Out of all the things Alexander had tried to prepare that could come from having lunch with her, ending up with the Queen of England in his lap, was not one of them. It wasn’t that he minded. Oh no, he quite enjoyed it.
Of course, at the same time, he tried not to. Part of him wondered if it was all sort of some plan. Something to just tease him and laugh at him later. They did have some things in common, as they found out the time before, but she was still above him in life.
He glanced around at the establishment at all the people around as he adjusted himself in his seat to try and calm down. Oh well, there was no point in worrying about it and he could just go along with it now. He reached out moving a strand of lose hair behind her ear as he grinned at her. “I have to say, I think you might’ve chosen the best seat in this entire place.” He told her in a low voice.
Marigold wasn’t sure if it was desperation or intense attraction-- perhaps both, but she had quickly become rather attached. She wanted Alexander and she wanted him to know this. When she sat on his lap, she curled up to him, gazing softly at his face.
“There was a reason I chose this place in particular.” she admitted. “No one but cads and bounders come here; it is very discreet and people don’t care what other people do, even if those people are well known. You see,” she hummed, bringing her finger to trace the other’s jaw. “I like you, Alexander. I know this is very, very forward but... you make me feel something. And that is rare. If only you knew how rare it was.”
She hadn’t felt anything like this in centuries. Passing flings, sure, but those were all just attempts to feel alive, to feel emotion, to feel anything, and it almost always failed. If anything, the thing she always felt was sorrow. But not only did Alexander bring her to feel alive, she even felt happiness. Happiness was the rarest thing.
“I feel no love for King George. Our marriage was strictly an arrangement made by his family and my grandfather. The King needed a wife, and was having trouble attaining one even through arranged marriages, and my grandfather wanted me to be a queen.” she told him. “The truth is that I’ve been rather alone.” she admitted, her expression softening further. “And I don’t know... you make me question myself. Question if Queen Charlotte of the United Kingdom of Great Britain is really good enough. I want to be a better person when I’m near you.”
