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Fresh snowflakes dappled the windows when you woke up. From the moment you opened your eyes, you knew it was gonna be a good day today. You start getting ready for the day and then head up the stairs from the staff quarters to the rest of the palace.
Ten years ago, you were employed here at Motenaro palace as a maid. Now you are one of the queen's closest friends and adviser. You love your job and the queen greatly which makes days like today even more enjoyable than usual.
You skip up more stairs and head along the corridor to Queen Margaret's bedroom. Once you reach her door you knock lightly and wait for her approval. "Come in" you hear her call but it sounds quiet and not much like herself.
You turn the doorknob and slowly open the door to be faced with a worrying scene. Margaret is sat on her bed with her face in her hands and she doesn't even look up at the sound of you walking in. You shut the door quietly behind you and walk over to Margaret before sitting down beside her. "Hey, what's up lovely?" You ask gently and she slowly lifts her head, revealing her tear-stained cheeks.
"Oh, y/n, the star it's g-gone and it's all my fault." she says and hits the bed in anger. You quickly grab her fisted hand and rub it before returning your attention to her face.
"None of this is your fault, Margaret," you tell her and look into her sad eyes.
"W-what If people think I'm a bad queen... what if people don't want me anymore" She stands up and paces the floor, her hands tugging at her hair.
"Maggie, sweetheart, come sit back dow-" You don't get to finish as she interrupts you.
"I-I can't have people hating me I just can't... oh and Stacy she would be so upset and disappointed no no no" She's hyperventilating now so, with increasing worry, you stand up and wrap your arms around her; rubbing her back.
She eventually relaxes into you and wraps her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. You whisper reassurance as she calms her breathing down. "No one is going to hate you love" you say after some time of comforting silence. Margaret pulls back slightly from the hug and kisses your cheek before cupping it with her hand. "Thank you sweet girl," she says softly and you melt internally.
"No worries mags, it's my job" You smile and she shakes her head.
"It's not your job darling, you have no need to deal with this" She looks down at herself and you take her hand that's on your cheek, into your hand which causes her to look up. "Maybe it's not part of my qualification but it's part of my job as a friend and I'm more than happy to do it." You squeeze her hand and she smiles slightly.
At that moment, Stacy comes barging through the door and freezes when she sees us. "Is everything ok?" She asks with a frown and Margaret turns around before running over to Stacy and hugging her. Stacy looks startled and confused but soon hugs her back and looks over at me with a confused look. "Hey love what's going on?" She asks Margaret but she just lets out a sob and Stacy's face changes from confused to concerned in a flash. "Margaret, sweetheart, hey" she comforts her and you just stand and watch, a frown permanently on your face. Stacy walks towards Margaret's bed, the queen still wrapped around her. She thanks you as she passes and you smile in return.
"Tell me if you need me" You offer and then walk out the door while Stacy takes over your role of comfort.