The Following Morning

Margaret's first nigth at the Vandersar palace was quiet. She did not sleep a wink. If not for the fact that McGuire had called her surname clearly, and he had saved her from going to jail, nothing would have made Margaret acknowledge that letter with the mysterious language it was written in. Actually, that was another reason Margaret did not struggle too much with McGuire. How was she able to translate that foreign language?

Sitting on the large bed in her room in the Vandersar palace, Margaret's thoughts drifted back home. What was going on at home at that moment? By now, she would have been receiving beatings from her father, or Constance her foster sister would have been bullying her in diverse ways, but here she was in a peaceful and massive room that could not be compared with the match box she lived in at her former town, Magus.

Margaret took a walk around her room, noting that her room alone could be divided into compartments and that would contain the entire house that she lived in with her foster family.

As the only Usynol survivor, Margaret did not know how important she was, but she was soon going to find out.

Before Margaret knew what was happening, it was morning, and she had not slept a wink yet, neither did she feel a bit sleepy. It was at that point that it dawned on Margaret that she did not have a change of clothes as she had abandoned her belongings at the inn and taken off for her life.

''Oh, for pete's sake.'' Margaret whined. That was not the place to be caught without clothes to put on, especially with three brothers out there waiting to get a taste of her. Won't they be delighted to hear that Margaret was stuck naked?

Margaret thought of going out to get help from McGuire as some iota of trust had began to build towards him since he was the person who had saved her, brought her to a fancy and huge house, and made sure that the brothers did not harrass her even though according to him, she was to get married to all three of them.

Margaret had still not come to terms with that fact either.

Margaret dared not take off her clothes to take a shower just yet, if not she would be suck in the most embarrassing position, so she just sat on her bed, observing her new home until she heard a knock on the door.

As expected.

Margaret got up and hurried to the door, she was so sure that the person who had knocked was McGuire, instead, Margaret was shocked to see Barry standing in front of the door with his hands entangled behind him.

''I brought you these.'' Barry revealed a pair of shirt and shorts that Margaret wondered where he had gotten from; the shorts especially. Did he just buy it, or did it belong to him?

''They are mine. I noticed when you arrived that you didn't come with a luggage so I guessed that you might have trouble taking a bath and having a change of clothes.'' Barry smiled sheepishly, darting his eyes around as Margaret stared at him while he found it difficult to return her gaze.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them before Barry spoke up again.

''What? You don't like them? I can have them changed and take you shopping later for good clothes. How about that?'' And for the first time, Barry managed to give Margaret a stare down. It was at this point that Margaret felt the power that oozed out of Barry. He was a Prince indeed.

Barry's blue eyes made Margaret shudder as she adjusted uncomfortably to hide the fact that she was gradually falling for him.

''Thank you.'' Margaret snatched the clothes from Barry and went back into her room, slamming the door against Barry's face, though it was not intentional. She was just sinking into the essence of the second triplet and Prince of Magus, so she had to run away, as she always did.

Barry was shocked ta the way Margaret disappeared from him. His hands were still stuck at the same position they were when he was giving Margaret the clothes.

''Breakfast is in an hour.'' Barry raised his voice to inform Margaret, hoping that she heard him.

While inside the safety of her bedroom, Margaret heaved a heavy sigh as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. First of all, the clothes that she was holding carried Barry's scent heavily, and she knew that she was going to be in for an interrogation from his brothers. Anyway, she was just happy to have something to put on for the time being.

Moreover, Margaret wondered why she felt a certain way around Barry. She was losing her composure next to him, and she knew that if she did not look into it, with time, Barry's aura would dominate her.

''Never!'' Margaret shook her head, swaering to herself that she would not let that happen.

Well, breakfast was in an hourm she heard Barry loud and clear.

After Mrgaret finished taking a bath, she wondered why McGuire had not come to check on her yet. If there was anyone that should have told her about breakfast, it was McGuire, instead, he had forgotten about her and let Barry do it, and as if that was not enough, he had not still showed up to greet her for the mornign and find out how her night went.

Yes. Margaret expected all that since he was the person who brought her to this house to live with strangers.

Margaret braced herself as she put on Barry's clothes and slid out of her room, walking down the stairs to the dining where she would have breakfast with the Princes who were already dressed and sitting at the table, watching her keenly as she made her way down the stairs in clothes that all of them could recognize at once.