scvereignty.
marguerite, that fantastically quick-moving and shiny thing, was much like a coin set on edge and put to spinning – she whirred and whirred and whirred until she either fell or someone slammed her down. such was the case was the girl she’d tapped spun on her with a hard brick of a word. marguerite’s face froze in her confusion before melting off. “well.” she shakes her head, eyebrows raising. “you’re either very distracted, or it’s been a very long time since you’ve gotten laid – - though i suppose those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” she hums the amendment to herself. “i only meant to tell you your coat tie is dragging, darling.”
both were true, fair enough, but it’s not right for a princess to admit to any thoughts of the latter option in polite company. she’s been so busy with both politics and her delicate machinations that she’s had no time to enjoy any carnal moments, even though she usually pursues them rather more eagerly than nobility should. that, however, is not the full reason for her miserable attitude lurking beneath the surface. “distracted,” she finally admits, pulling her coat tie up and adjusting to avoid the same mistake again. “so much to do with such little time. hardly a moment to think with so much on a princess’s plate, but thank you for letting me know.”









