Margaret sighed one more time, unfurling her toes and tugging the sheets tightly to her bosom before rolling onto the princes chest and kissing his nose.
He reached up, stroking her curls gingerly. "I was wondering how long it would be before we'd end up here," he smiled, holding her snugly.
"Oh, have I been a terrible tease?" she giggled. "Everyone knows, you realize,"
"We were sneaky," he winked, his sandy blond hair was so beautiful in the moonlight...he was so light. An angel.
"You haven't been very sneaky with your flirting, prince," this she was worried about.
"Not to worry, my miss Margaret," his fingers playfully traveled up and bonked her nose. "No one will care once I make you a Mrs. Margaret.
Her brown eyes stared back at him. "Mrs.?"
"Oh, don't look so afraid. We'll change your name, no one here actually cares, it's only for appearances. We'll make you the duchess of somewhere or another. Drop Carter, give some much more pretentious name," he laughed joyously. "I'll just be happy when I don't have to hide my affection for you any more,"
She watched as he dressed, her mind beginning to swim. They'd cared for each other since she'd arrived, they both knew that, but this had been the first time they'd gone beyond flirting, the first time she'd been in anyones bed. And the dear prince...as head of security she was constantly by his side and knew that he wasn't lying. The sweet, sweet prince. Her sweet prince. Sweet Chris.
"Darling," he said. Her stomach fluttered. "You will be the most amazing queen."
This didn't help the swimming of her head. "Your father-"
"I'll deal with all that," he said. "Now please...Dont dwell on the details. For now, you are my miss Margaret, and that's all we need to know. That and I love you." he leaned over the bed and kissed her. "I had something made for you. It's in the drawer. I'm going to go for a walk."
Queen be damned, she had a job. "Not without your head of security."
He chucked again, such a sweet sound, like the ringing of a bell. "Just down the hall. I need to think, my love. Tomorrow, we'll the The Prince and his head of security. For now, you're my love and I'm your man, and we'll return to this state tomorrow night. Deal?"
She softened, her heart felt so warm. She felt so warm and full. "Deal."
Once he left, so nonchalant, his shirt still showing just the bare minimum of chest hair. she walked to the drawer as her mind chewed on the new turn of events.
Her be queen? She had come to the palace a peasant and worked her way to security because she earned it. She worked for it. She wouldn't be working to be queen, could she even agree to it?
She'd be a good queen. A good wife. She knew this.
Out of the drawer she pulled a lovely long white nightgown. She scoffed. Fit for any princess or queen. Chris would be the one to think of this. He'd likely had it hidden for weeks.
She slid the light silky material over her callous worn body and relished in it before diving back into the soft feather bed.
Whether she'd agree to wed him or not, she knew she loved him. And he loved her.
When Margaret opened her eyes, she heard running up and down the hall, a loud commotion and a scream.
She bolted upright and started towards the door.
Margaret's stomach dropped lower than her knees and her eyes watered. She would not allow this. She bolted towards the noises, grabbing a weapon off the knight statue in the hall. A metal stake. It would due.
She skidded in bare feet across the rough rocky castle floor before she came upon the scene.
"Christopher," she murmured.
Immediately she was at the side of her lover, on top of him as she began to resuscitate him, blood staining her nightgown and lips. There was blood on his perfect pale lips, oh God...
Flesh from his throat was torn to shreds, no longer bleeding,his pale corpse seemed dry, empty of blood, but whoever did this wanted the job done, he was full of holes, full of wounds,mangled pieces of flesh... âDarling...â
Margaret couldn't bring herself to weep, she stood, stake bared, "How!?"
"Where were you!?"  screeched a  hen like woman. "Head of security, my a..." she trailed off as she looked Margaret over. Tousled hair, silken nightie she'd never have worn otherwise. her face smeared and obviously disheveled.
"You...Where were you?" she asked again, stepping closer. "Where were you!?" she demanded, taking hold of one of her ringlets and yanking it like a child.
She shoved the woman away. "That doesn't matter, who did this?"
"You weren't here!" another cried.
"In bed with the prince..." sneered another.
"Oh my god!" a young girl, a few years younger than herself screamed. "She was a distraction!"
More people were starting to show up, gathering around the princes shredded body and her bloody self, weapon in hand.
"The slut was a distraction!" a man yelled.
"I saw it coming!" squabbled the hen. "No wonder she'd 'the best'...she was behind the plot!"
"Guard!" someone finally cried out.
Margaret saw the armored men closing in on her, if only she had her own protection, not just some filmy shred of silk. She pulled up her excess material to prepare for an attack, wielding her stake. "I did not do this," she tried to pacify them. "I would never do this! Look at his throat!" her voice broke as she looked at Chris again. "A vampire did this! This must have been a planned attack!"
The guard didn't seem to care, and three began to close in on her.
"Please, you're my friends...I don't want to hurt you!"
It didn't stop them, and her reflexes quickly had the first staked through the heart.
She stared at the hole in the guards chest. He fell off her stake, leaving it stained.
She was now an enemy of the crown.
She spun on her heel and ran, this is why she is- was- head of security. She had speed and agility. She ran hard and fast, listening to the metal clank of men pursuing her. A window at the end of the corridor beckoned her name.
She lept through, the glass shattering around her and into her, breaking hr skin and leaving hopeless scars on her arms. She plunged towards the ocean and welcomed the deadly fate that lied beneath the waves.
The water was so cold when she went in, her nightgown twisted around her legs threatening to drown her when she realized she had one reason to live.
Those damned vampires would die for this.
They would all die, and she'd die and Chris would be avenged.
And she would be with him again.
She paddled towards the surface, following the bubbles. All this time in the kingdom by the sea, Chris promising her a trip to the beach where heâd teach her how to swim. She pushed her lungs to point of bursting, sure she would perish here in the icy depths.
But break through she did, the air pirecing even colder than the water.
She dragged herself onto the sandy shore, coughing and spluttering. She looked down at herself. She looked like a whore. A common bought whore. At least she wouldnât be recognized. There was always one safe place for a whore. Chilled the bone, she started a harried walk along the rocky shore, breaking and tearing her poor torn feet.
"heh," said the grubby man as she gave him what little currency she had on her. "He lecherously stared at her. "Looks liek you had a rough night,"
"Indeed," she said, donning the leather jacket. He pouted as she covered up.
"What name do I put on the ledger?" she grunted.
"Peggy," she said, tucking her handy stake into her belt loop. "Peggy Carter."
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