The Twin Kingdoms discussion

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Lord Marcus was walking through the Hall when he stopped to examine his appearance in a mirror. He really was quite vain. I look smashing, he thought to himself.

Margo was trotting around with a bag of flour. She grumbled and tripped. She yelped as her body flew and she ran straight into lord Markus

Marcus saw the girl stumbling around with the flour. He saw her come toward him, but did not realize she was going to run into him. Not again... The flour bag burst open all over them both. "You again...What on the realm are you doing?" he asked shocked. "You have made a large mess on me and ruined my look" He was outraged as it began to sink in that he was covered in flour. He turned to look at himself in the mirror and frowned.

Margo bowed her head. "I'm sorry..." She held in a snicker. She looked up blushing. "Personally sir you look rather dashing in white," she teased.

Marcus narrowed his eyes. He let the comment flatter him, but did not show her that. "You probably did that on purpose. You seem to be making a habit of flinging yourself at attractive young men like myself" he said disapprovingly.

Margo grew red. "I do not!" She yelled at him. She bowed her head clenching her fists. "Sorry Lord," she whispered

Marcus smiled slightly his eyebrows lifting in surprise. He had not expected to get such a rise out of her and it amused him. She had a temper. "The evidence speaks against you so far. This is the second time to today that you have "bumped" into me" he said cooly. There was something almost attractive about her when she was angry.

Margo's jaw clenched. She would have slapped him around but like some of the other servants but he was a "lord" what a stupid name. "In your dreams!" She hissed trying to keep her calm.

Marcus was enjoying this too much. He smirked. "I believe that would be your dreams you are thinking of" he said calmly though inside he was hoping she would become more angry. He was quite intrigued by her right now and as the Queen was absent, he was bored.

Margo became a bright red. She jumped to her feet and trembled with so much anger. "You..." She hissed. Her blue eyes darkened. She would.. Ah!

Marcus stepped forward and grabbed her wrists. "Me what? You seem to be losing your words. I tend to have that effect on women" he said smirking down at her. He glanced at her face and noticed her eyes darkening. Perfect. He was surprised by his fascination as he never thought of the servant class in this way. She could do nothing for him as far as power.

Margo glared. "Let go of me!" She pulled against his form grip. She hated how close she was to him. She had flour all over her. The blonde curls on her head bounced out as her cap fell of. A strong blush formed in her cheeks

Marcus released them reluctantly. He could force her, but he would rather wait a little longer to get what he wanted. He noticed her blush and had to restrain himself from kissing her. She was a servant... "As you wish" he said mockingly.

Margo rubbed her wrists and she straightened out her dress. Her blue eyes looked into his. Why would her heart flutter!? He was a cruel being!? And yet.. How could she be attracted to him.
She let out a sighed and fell to her knees picking up her mess "I'm sorry lord," she whispered.

Marcus saw a lot in that gaze. He was slightly disappointed that she did not fight further, but he knew it would happen again soon enough. He nodded to her though she was looking down. "You are excused for your 'mishap'" he said coolly. He watched her clean up the flour absently while his thoughts were flying through his head.

Marcie jaw clenched. She gripped some flour in her hand and spun around throwing it in his face. She could not help it! "It... Was your fault! You shouldn't have been gazing at your gorgeous self in the mirror!"

The flour caught him off guard and made him come back to the present. Marcus grinned for the first time. "I beg your pardon. What was that? Did the sight of me send you falling head over heels?" he asked teasing.

Margo hand clenched together and her hand went out slapping him across the face. "Even if I am a maid! It doesn't give you the right to speak to me that way!"

Marcus blinked shocked that she had actually hit him, but he was kind of happy too. "I do not speak to you as a maid necessarily" he said simply letting the implications sink in. "Did that feel good?"

Margo looked at him confused. Her curls bouncing around her. Her shoulders moving up and down. "I..." She blushed deeply. "Hitting you? That felt very nice," she whispered

Marcus could see her confusion and turmoil. He could see her breathing heavy. He just wanted to reach out and touch her curls. "I thought so" he said smiling slightly. There was potential in her. She wasn't so different from him. "Did you surprise yourself?"

Margo pulled herself together. "Maybe just a bit," she whispered. She smirked. "To you surprise yourself!?" She asked in his voice. She smirked she loved doing that!

Marcus almost laughed. She had gotten back her courage. "Not often. You have surprised me though" he said simply not specifying if that was a good thing or bad.

Margo chuckled shaking her head. She smirked and stepped forward. Her soft and small hand reached up and poked his nose. "You have a white face," she smirked. "Wonder how that may have happened,"

Marcus barely kept himself from blinking at her touch. Maybe it would not be so hard to have her, but would he get bored like with all the other women. "I faintly remember an enamored servant girl overtaken by beauty running into me" he said smirking back.

Margo blushed deeply her blue eyes shifted and looked into the mirrors. She looked at herself. Covered in flour. She tilted her head and bursted into laughter. Snorting as she did. She tried to stop. Her hand over her mouth but it didn't. "Look at us!" she Snorted.

Marcus looked into the mirror. He saw a girl in a maid's outfit errant curls escaping her hat. She seemed to radiant joy and he knew he was in trouble. He knew only how to anger and manipulate people. He looked at himself. His proud stature rigid despite the generous coating of white flour all over him. "Yes. We are quite the sight" he said quietly.

MArgo pulled herself together and brushed herself off. Her eyes glanced around at the mess and she sighed. She had lifted this flour all the way from the other kingdom to here! And now it was... Gone.

Marcus watch the switch happen and knew she was retreating back into the servant shell.

Margo sighed. "It's been a real pleasure..." She wished.. If only she wasn't a maid. Then this man may have fell for her? Would she be holding his soft hands? Or kissing his... Lips? Her eyes glanced at his lips. They looked soft maybe a bit rough. But... She blushed realizing she was gazing upon his lips. How rude of her!

Marcus caught her glance. She was vulnerable and he could get exactly what he wanted. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. Maybe once he got her, he could forgot her again... She was a servant after all. Probably not really as intriguing and witty as she had seemed a few minutes ago.

Margo eyes widened as she felt his lips upon hers. Her heart leaped and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Heat radiated of her skin as she kissed him back deeply.

Marcus almost smiled. He still had all the charm to get what he wanted. He pulled her tight against him his arms around her waist. He kissed her fully.

Margo felt herself pressed against him. This wasn't proper at all! How... How dare he!? She was still a woman. Even if she truly wanted to do a lot more then kiss. She couldn't. She pushed him back panting. Her hand pressed against her red swollen lips. Oh goodness. She wanted so much more. But no! She had to be proper! "What... Was that?" She whispered.

Marcus was surprised that she had pulled away. He looked at her appraising. She probably did not know of his reputation, so what had stopped her... "A kiss" he said as if it was obvious. He was so close...

Margo crossed her arms. "That... Was..." She blushed bright red. Amazing. Spectacular. But she couldn't say such things. She'd only get herself in trouble.

Marcus knew it was good. It was him after all. He had perfected this art. "I know. Don't deny what you want. Let me teach you" he said persuading.

"It isn't polite," she whispered. Her cheeks red then before. She fiddled with her hands. Her heart still racing.

Marcus smirked. "Do I strike you as polite?" he asked amused. "I am rude and stubborn" I also always get what I want, he added mentally.

Margo cleared her throat. "I... Lord... You do not even know of my name. You think of me as a maid. Or so I assume. Why... In the whole world we have would you want to kiss me?"

Marcus nearly rolled his eyes. What did a name matter? "Maid or high born lady? What does it matter what I think of you as? You cannot deny this. I see what I want and I act on it. Simple as that" he said

Margo sighed. "You want me?" She asked. Raising her eyebrows. She wanted him too! So much!

Marcus almost smirked at how naive she was. "Why else would I have kissed you?" he asked knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.

Margo closed her eyes. If he came any closer she could lose herself. "I.." She said speechless

Marcus held his breath. "Give me permission" he said quietly. She could claim nothing if she gave her permission. Plus, she was only a servant so no one would take her word over his anyways.

Margo searched his eyes. "Marcus," she whispered. "Permission for what?" She had to make sure... She sighed. "Nevermind that... I give you permission!" She whispered

Marcus smirked and kissed her again. She was going to be mad after when she found out, but by then she couldn't do anything about it.

Margo wrapped her arms around him standing on her tip toes. She kissed him back deeply. Her heart racing

Marcus broke the kiss for the moment. "Follow me" he said softly.