Lady In Waiting

Chapter 7

TW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

I woke up the next morning and smiled to see Margot still sleeping. She'd somehow managed to wrap her small body around me - clinging like a baby monkey. I wanted to stay here in our little bubble forever but I knew I had to get up in order for the day ahead.

I carefully tried to slip out of Margaret's grasp to which she responded by tightening her grasp. "Morning beautiful" she smiled. My head was pounding from the night before so I smiled weakly in response which gave Margaret great amusement. "Ah bless a little hungover are we darling" she grinned, for it was clear that Margaret was the master of 'hangovers'.

Obviously, I knew that realistically Margaret and I would never work out in the real world. My head countlessly replayed the possible outcomes of.. if perhaps.. Margaret was actually bisexual rather than straight and if we announced it. All scenarios led the same way. Humiliation.

I looked over at the beautiful woman in front of me with enchanting brown eyes. "Darling, I need to shower" she said, with a pout. "Um, you can use mine" I stuttered. "Perfect" she smiled and then slowly got out of bed and slipped out of her white small dressing gown just before going through the door which led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was fairly ordinary however it was quite large. The toilet was average and the sink was normal but the bath. The bath was the real reason Y/N quite liked living at Buckingham Palace. It stood just above the window looking out onto the busy streets of London. It was held up by four golden legs that fit well with the patterned tiles beneath it. Directly across from the bath was a small, teal cabinet with a small mirror on top. The cabinet held different bubble baths, bath soaks & melts aswell as dozens of hair care products.. Y/N was obsessed with a certain hair brand that pretty much consumed the top shelf.

Margaret opened the cabinet and selected the finest bubble bath she could find and twisted the knobs on the tap, allowing the water to run. She carefully poured a generous amount of the product into the bath and before she knew it, more and more bubbles were forming in the bathtub. She slipped into the bath - the bubbles covering the majority of her body and threw her head back allowing herself to relax with her eyes closed.

It gave her sometime to reflect on what had happened over the course of 6 months. She'd first noticed Y/N at brunch with her sister or an 'Interrogation' as she called it. It was only a brief encounter but it was enough for Y/N to be on her mind constantly until she politely asked the Head of Kitchens if Y/N could be her waitress more often. Then, she married Tony who for the first month or two made her life a living fairytale. He allowed her to be able to put Y/N at the back of her mind and formally carry on with her royal duties. After that, everything turned sour - Arguments after arguments after arguments. Smashed bottles, bruised faces and a whole lot of screaming.

She'd suffered in silence for so long. Her 'family' sang the highest praises of Tony and showed very little support which almost tipped her over the edge. She was sure Y/N was her guardian angel. Last night, she was moments away from ending it all. The feelings that almost consumed her that night. If it wasn't for Y/N staying with her, she didn't know where she'd be or what she'd be doing if Y/N didn't save her from herself.

It was approximately thirty minutes since Margaret had got into the bath. Although relaxation was the thing she most craved (apart from attention of course), Margaret was quite bored being by herself. She longed for attention and desired some sort of love.
A strange thought slowly crept into Margaret's mind.. she didn't know how Y/N felt but how could anyone possibly turn down the idea of being with a Royal Princess.. she smiled to herself as wild scenarios of herself and Y/N came to mind as she buryed herself deeper into the water.

"Y/N" she called out. "Would you mind bringing me my gown" she smirked to herself.