Stacey Price squeals at the new dress being presented to her. Margaret stands behind her, rolling her eyes. "Mary! This dress is amazing! Pierre is amazing!" Margaret laughs and approaches to accept her dress.

A maid carries a long crimson dress with black lace on the hem and the bodice. The neckline stretches across the chest instead of resting in the shoulders. Stacey squeals again and can't stop gawking over it.

Pierre Alexander strolls out of the carriage with poise and pride. The maids drool over him and whisper. He is a very handsome man, but he belongs to Eleanor Quinn. "I'm glad someone appreciates my work." His thick French accent causes the maids to almost faint. "Now, where is my Eleanor?" Eleanor then bursts through Margaret and Stacey to tackle Pierre to the ground.

She looks so young compared to him. Margaret always thought that it was strange how their ages differed. Eleanor is 23, and Pierre is 30. She assumes that all the suitors will be older.

"Will someone explain why I was called here?" Pierre always hated being called to Chilgrave Castle. Eleanor replies in her sweet voice, "My father passed, you will be the New king."

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John's footsteps echo through Margaret's room. His pacing mirrors a war drum. Stacey and Margaret are laying on her bed talking. "Is he really going to be king? I mean, France and Storovia hate each other." Stacey says, clearly annoyed. Margaret rolls over and adds, "Well, the reason Ellie chose him was so our countries could be united." "I find it crazy and stupid. Your father was an ignorant man." John realized what he said and apologized profusely.

"It's fine, I agree." Margaret replies, walking up to comfort him. Her relaxing dress hovers around her ankles and swings around his legs as she stops. She places her hand on his shoulder and her puts his hand on hers. Stacey sees this and interrupts, "Hey, let's take a walk in the gardens!"

John and Margaret awkwardly stop holding hands and rush out with Stacey. On the way, a servant stops them. "Queen Eleanor has requested an audience with princess Margaret." "Um, alright, tell her I'll be there in a few moments." Margaret turns to the others and shrugs as if to say, "Sorry, I can't help it." They both nod and keep going to the gardens. Margaret turns back and goes to her room.

She grabs a blue dress with white lace accents. She pulls her long black hair into a tight bun. Margaret quickly rushes to the throne room.

She stops to collect her breath at the door and struts in. Pillars line the walls leading straight to the throne. A large golden chair with spikes stands at the center of a stage. Angels and Saints decorate the wall in the back all looking up to a large crown.

Eleanor sits with her back straight and her legs crossed. She looks both relaxed and formal. Pierre stands behind her with his hand on the throne. Margaret stands below them and bows.

"Dear sister, I have made a royal decision with my king-consort. After father's untimely death, I would have taken the throne. Our marriage will unite Storovia and France. Our country needs to be allied with a large country. As of this time, Pierre's uncle is abnegating the French throne, and Pierre will become the French king. I will be the French queen." An evil smile curls on her lips. "Margaret, you will become queen of Storovia."

Margaret stumbles backwards. Her little composure dwindles away. Her head starts spinning. Two guards run up to her and help Margaret stand up. Eleanor stands and slowly walks to her sister. Her hand brushes Margaret's face. She smiles and walks past her, out the door. Pierre trailing closely behind.

Margaret calms herself and turns to follow her sister, but the servant from earlier stops her. "Princess, you are called to Gundor Hold." She groans and rolls her eyes. "Guards, call the carriage master and tell him to prepare mine for Gundor Hold." They bow and rush off. "You, servant, pack my truck for a week trip. I have a feeling this meeting will be a while."

Margaret goes to the gardens and meets Stacey and John there. "Well, what did Ellie want?" Stacey frantically says, she is always so curious. "She and pierre are going to be the king and queen of France. I will be queen here." Both of their mouths gape open. Stacey squeals and hugs her, while John stands in shock.

Stacey is excited as ever, but Margaret never cracks a smile the entire time. They walk back to the castle and get ready to go to Gundor.