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Margaret had a long week planned ahead or her. It was coronation week, where she would finally become crowned queen. Move from princess to queen. It was a huge move for her, and many of the people in the kingdom. Everyone knew it would happen, she was an only child, but that left her a lot of pressure to be perfect.
It meant a lot of changes but the one thing she hoped would never change were the people she had been surrounded by since she was little.
But at that moment, she had a lot more to worry about as her bedroom doors flung open. Her blinds suddenly being pulled open, light pouring into the room. Margaret pulled the fluffy covers over her head, attempting to hide from her responsibilities.
The blankets were quickly pulled from her tight grip on them as a high pitched voice moved around the room.
"Honey, get your lazy caboose out of bed, you have a thousand meetings today, and tomorrow you have your coronation final fitting. So, you have to get ready!"
There was a muffled groan since Margaret pulled the covers back over herself. After a moment, she reluctantly pushed them off and followed Eleanor, the lady with the voice that could break glass, to her wardrobe.

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Eleanor had tried to stick Margaret into a bright pink and poofy dress, with glittering bubble arms. Margaret had refused until Eleanor had picked out a dark green dress instead with no sparkles, and was a lot less poofy.
In the morning, Margaret wasn't the best in the mornings. She was difficult, whiny and just not a morning person. Hence why Eleanor was put in charge or her instead of her usual protector.
By the time she was dressed, she was typically back to her chipper self.
And that morning w just like every other. As soon as she was stuffed into the simpler dress, she pranced across the bedroom, her shoes clicking as she moved and Eleanor yelling after her or else she'll ruin her shoes.
"Good morning Lord Protector!" Margaret grinned as she opened the bedroom doors, peaking her head around the large white doors.

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Margaret nodded as she examined her breakfast. She picked a little chunk of egg and popped it into her mouth. She took a moment, thinking over the question as she chewed her egg.
" Well, I think we have a couple meetings with some stuffy royalties. Probably a lunch with some other royalty. " She thought it over, poking at the assorted greens. She glanced back up at him, pursing her lips.
" Any chance we can skip everything and go on an adventure instead? " She asked, hoping her puppy dog eyes get her out of a day of actual responsibilities.

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"Yes, right, can't ever forget about the precious Duke. " Margaret murmured, pausing for a moment until she realized that he actually agreed.
" Really? Oh thank you Ozzy! " She grinned, almost jumping for joy but decided that a quick one armed hug to her protector would subside her burst of happiness, almost spilling the food in her other hand.
She had known him as long as she could remember, small little bursts of little affection were her ways of showing her friendship.
She pulled away, turning towards the hallway to the stairs. Picking at her food again, she mused over some thoughts. Assuming he was following, she talked out loud, hoping he was at least listening. " You don't think I have to get married to be queen right? Especially not to the Duke of Haldenz, that would be horrid! "

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Margaret grinned, following alongside him into the throne room. She placed the tray of food she had picked through a small table in the throne room.
Though she had been raised as a proper princess, she had a stir of adventure in her, and she hated having to sit in a throne all day when there was still so much to explore.
But she had to sit in that very throne to allow herself the chance to go on that adventure she always wanted. So she sat down, and went along with her duties of the day. Though today was a simple day, she still had much to do.
That day's main activity, besides meeting with the visiting Dukes, was to meet with anyone with a concern, whether that be a peasant or royalty, she saw them all.
Margaret had been doing this part for the last few years and she had learned a lot. Most of the peasants requests were feasible, but royalty was needed in order for most things to work but took longer and were typically more expensive.
As usual, there were mostly peasants, each nervous but jumpy to approach.
In an hour or so, it would be over, then she just had to meet with the Dukes and then, adventure time.

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Margaret paused, peering around a tree. She thought about it for a second before slowly turning back to him.
" Well, to be honest, I'm not completely sure. " She spoke quietly, still thinking it over. She held up her dress, carefully moving forward with slim hope that she wouldn't get the hem dirty.
" I've been raised to do this, it's what I have to do, it's what I want to do. Help my people, rule the kingdom, it's every girls dream. "

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" You know, you don't have to call me milady or princess, at least not now. " Margaret said, looking up at him from her spot on a fallen over tree stump. She had given up on keeping her dress clean.
" We've known each other for so long, and it's not like there's any royalty. Really, you could call me Margaret or some form of nickname, I would gladly accept Maggie if you wanted. " She smiled, trying to think of her Lord Protector calling her Maggie. But she didn't mind, it would be better to have at least someone call her Maggie rather than princess for once.
She glanced around the forest, looking up at the quickly changing sky. There was a quiet hooting of an owl in the distance who was just waking up.
" Oh and Oz, don't worry about me, we'll be fine, and I'm a very strong princess. " She said, grinning as she looked back at him.

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