Margaret could hardly refuse the invitation to a lavish dinner, hosted by none other than her sister, Queen Elizabeth II. This was her world, after all—the glimmering lights, the hushed murmurs of admiration, the subtle symphony of glasses clinking. She lived for it. Margaret adored being in the spotlight. So, of course she would attend. It wasn’t even a question.

Elizabeth was thrilled. Not just because her sister’s charisma would light up the evening but because she had someone she was eager to introduce—a new friend. Friendships were a rarity for the queen, her station naturally isolating her from ordinary connections.

The evening didn’t start on a note of perfection for Margaret, though. Dressing for the night, she was already locked in a sparring match with Tony.

“Oh, don’t come pouting to me when you’re bored here.” Without waiting for a response, she swept out of the room, leaving Tony to sulk in solitude.

The party was in full swing by the time Margaret arrived. The grand room was alive with laughter and conversation, filled with royals and their well-heeled friends. She moved with the elegance, her sage-green dress that shimmered subtly as she glided across the room.

“Hello” she greeted her sister with a warm smile and a slight bow.

As she straightened, something—or other, someone—caught her attention. Her gaze shifted to the woman. The queen’s friend.

Oh my The thought echoed in her mind, unbidden, as her eyes lingered far longer than was proper. She took in every detail. Margaret knew she wasn’t supposed to be staring. And yet, she was.

Margaret wasn’t listening, not really. Her mind was too busy grappling with her reaction. She watched as the woman bowed respectfully, a gesture meant for royalty, but it felt oddly intimate in that moment.

I’m straight , married The thought was like an anchor, an attempt to steady the swirling storm inside her, though it wasn’t entirely convincing.

“Oh. Sorry, hello… It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard much.”