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Marigold left her cold room in the middle of the night, leaving the confines of the little stone house for the palace. She tiptoed out, pulling on worn thin soled shoes that barely kept out the sticky dew. She'd tell them she'd taken on another shift. She concludes, thinking of what to say if someone spots her. A guard tipped his hat as she walked through the halls, subtily finding a hidden staircase. She didn't knock when she reached Alexander's room, opening and closing the door in one swift movement. She sent herself flying into his arms.

"I wanted to see you." Marigold said matter-of-factly. Her fingers toy with one of the buttons on his pajama jacket. This act is not a sensual one. It's a strategic one. She undoes the little elegant thread knot. A circular black button rolls under his bed, but she's grinning in her soft and feminine way. Always a step ahead. Always with a plan. She tilts her head back a bit, spiraling curls fall back as she does this. She isn't as spontaneous as he thinks she is. "An alibi. I came to fix your pajamas if anyone asks."

"I'm not going to pounce on you, and you are going to keep your clothes on." Marigold too strays away, pulling her jacket closed over her nightgown. She tries her best to not look defeated, but tears are welling up at the corner of her eyes. It is a very sudden change. She'd been so happy seconds before. "All I do is love you. You'd think... We aren't doing anything that could... You call me Mar. I'm not Marigold. To you I'm Mar. I'm yours. Entirely so. But if you'd rather have me be your subject." Marigold curtsied obediently. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

{Nope. Nope. He has to fix it.}

"I am not angry. I'm hurt. I just... I just thought that you didn't love me anymore, seeing that I'm tarnished goods. You never want to see me. I thought... I thought that maybe you got bored with me. That you " Marigold wiped her eyes with her coat sleeve.

"That you only see me as damaged good." Marigold tenses. "You can't even look at me. I c-can't even look at me. What if I? What if we're going to have...? I can't have. We can't."

{Let's go with no. It's better to go with no.}

"This was so stupid. All of this was stupid. How could I be?" Marigold crumpled in a pile on the floor without an answer, sniffling into her coat sleeves. She's wearing her father's cloth cap, and it does a very good job at hiding her face when her hair cannot. "No. No. No. This is my problem. Not yours."

"You're not funny. You're really really not funny." Marigold whimpers softly. "This isn't what I wanted. You'll marry some other girl who isn't me. You'll have other children, And my... Our child won't even have me. What will they do with it when they send me to prison? I'll be a disgrace, and I'll pull my family down with me. It was stupid for me to think I could ever be your wife. Y-You have your whole life ahead of you, and there's no place for me and my problems in it."

Maigold gives a wordless reply, looking wide eyed at him. The rims of her eyes are red. She cups her hands over her stomach protectively. She looks small like this, refusing to look him in the eyes.

Marigold just crossed her arms, not knowing how to reply. She wanted to remind him that he could go unaffected, if he really wanted to. She could take the full blow. Her life could explode in a million pieces, and his could go on just fine. How it was meant to.

((You need to write more than that it is a semi advanced role-play after all ^.^))

{So, my idea was that she was going tell him that she isn't pregnant on the day of the selection after the ceremony. When she fills him on her plan for the selection.}

{Fixed.}

"I've never been late in my life. Not ever. What can I do? Go get a pregnancy test when I'm clearly unmarried, and seventeen, and not married. If I go, they'll arrest me. Won't they?" Marigold sighs into her hands, having released all of her anxiety with the air. "Do you love me?" It isn't like her to question him, but she needs the reassurance.

"Then, what's stopping us then? Why haven't we run away, yet?" Marigold's voice grew urgent and softer as she took his hands in hers. "Marry me, and all of our problems would disappear. It's close enough to the incident that no one would suspect a thing if you married me, now. And we wouldn't be a prince and a maid. We'd be Mar and Alex, and I'd be yours forever, and our child would be safe."

"But we could." Marigold began, pulling him into her arms. "We could be happy." Marigold held back her tears, ignoring the fear and the damnation that she and the child would face. Did he realize how this would destroy her if they didn't?

"The consequences for you." Marigold's consequences seemed far worse than his. "When they arrest me, will you move on? Will you pretend I never existed or that you didn't father a child that will most likely be born in a cell and ripped from my arms? Your life will be just the same. Mine will be shattered."