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Oh my goodness this is so adorable!!!! This is so accurate it makes me miss them more 🥹

Anyone watch The Princess Switch on netflix and just... had to urge to draw them all as cats? no... just me? ok.

Here you go.

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‘Telli will always be to the rescue! That woman is just so amazing and she loves the girls so much so expect that she is where the two ladies are and whatever shenanigans they are up to XD.

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Ooooo! That’d add quite the challenge whenever they’d switch. It would be hilarious to see 😁

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Oh they will definitely be chaotic! Do you think Margaret and Stacy still look alike as ponies? Or would their cutiemark give it away?

Yes! I love ‘Telli and Liv and I’m sure they spend a lot of them together whenever Liv is back from school.

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Awww this is so cute! I can see it playing and it is very fun! I can imagine Frank acting like Rarity but even more dramatic XD. I love the background as to why Donatelli is a pegasus is absolutely adorable and she definitely deserves her position.

I love how detailed this is. It’s making me miss my childhood 😄

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Oh! I’ll try checking it out. Thank you! 😊

Oh my goodness, ponified versions of TPS!? I am very much interested! That seems like quite the chaos but I’m sure it’ll be fun 😁 Don’t worry, my drawing skills aren’t quite presentable either 🥲

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Oh 🙁 I’m sorry about that :( 🫂

On another note, I didn’t know Vanessa voiced a pony!? I don’t think I ever encountered it! 😅

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Ohhh! Nonetheless, I am rooting for you and your projects. They are amazing! 😊

Awww! Fluttershy is a dear sweetheart and she’s one of the ponies I can relate with. All of them are very sweet though! Just unique in their own way 😄

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Oof, that’s quite a long time considering the movies are probably in a span of over half a decade, no? I wonder what Donna’s role will be in this one. Will she and Frank be working together, fighting off the Penglians 🫢 (This is a random thought that just popped into my brain, would definitely be very funny if it were to happen 🤣)

I love how detailed this is! Love how Frank was the one who got her to calm down the first time it occured. But the second time, oh wow! This is very exciting and I would love to read more 🤭

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Oh! That would be like her own switcharoo much like what happened with Stacy and Fiona in the second movie 😁 Sounds really fun! 😊

Poor Edward! 🥹 So, the war has been going on for quite some time, no? Considering his parents pass early on and he’s left with Margaret. (Not that it’s a bad thing, but is their marriage how it would be if Stacy and Margaret didn’t switch in the first place?)

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Yay! I look forward to reading them 😊 Also lol, you just made me realize they never mentioned Margaret’s father’s name EVER 😂 Glad they we have Duchess Anne’s because oh dear would it be hard to write fics without such vital characters 😅

The Bun In The Oven

The second I thought of this I knew I had to write it. I’ve had this idea in mind for a while now (more-so like a year), but I’ve finally got the inspiration (as well as motivation) to write it. Hope you enjoy! :)

“Darling, explain to me what we’re doing, again?” Edward asks as he’s dragged by Stacy to the palace’s kitchen, the lack of staff peaking Edward’s curiosity. Normally, the area was buzzed with staff pacing about quickly preparing the royal family’s meals, but the quiet ambiance made it oddly peaceful. A delicious smell wafted from the oven as Stacy lead him over towards it.

“I wanted to bake you something special, so I asked the staff if I could borrow the kitchen for a bit while I made your surprise.” Stacy grinned, rubbing his arms affectionately.

Her husband perked up immediately at the thought of food. He always adored his wife’s baking, and every treat she made was better than the next. His stomach gurgled in anticipation.

“Well, I can never say no to your baked goods.” He brought her closer towards him, his voice growling. “I still recall that pie you made me…and the whipped cream that followed…”

“Babe!” Stacy blushed scarlet. “What if someone hears us?!” She laughed. “Especially your parents!”

“I wouldn’t worry. They’re currently in a diplomatic meeting at the moment. They shouldn’t return for a while.”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyways…” She walked over towards the stove, placing on some oven mitts. “…here’s what I wanted to show you!” Her face was beaming, eyes glistening with excitement. Whatever it was, Edward decided it must be something special. “Ta Da!” She opened the door.

In an instant Edward’s smile slowly dropped to a look of confusion. Inside was…some bread. A roll of bread. An ordinary, simple looking, roll of bread.

Stacy noted his change of expression, but carried on anyway. “Well?” She asked, her smile not diminishing in the slightest. “What do you think?”

Edward blinked. “It’s…” He tried to find the right words. “…very charming.” He tried. “It’s a very nice…bread?”

Stacy chuckled. “Babe…it’s a bun!”

“Oh…I see.”

“In the oven.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

His wife bit her lip in amusement, holding back a laugh. “And…what do you think it means?”

Edward looked between Stacy, and the baked good sitting inside the oven. He tilted his head, trying to puzzle together an answer. Between his wife’s expression and the bun, he honestly had no idea.

“Is the bun…specially made?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Is it an old family recipe.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t tell me it’s actually fake.” His eyes widened. I was genuinely looking forward to eating that!”

Stacy placed a hand over her mouth, trying to keep it together. She honestly felt bad he wasn’t getting it, but the adorably confused expression on his face made it all worth it.

At this point, Frank De Luca managed to pass by, witnessing the scene before him. He tilted his head curiously at the two royals. Before he could ask anything, Stacy silently placed a finger over her mouth, still smiling, indicating between herself and the bun.

Frank’s eyes widened, immediately getting the message and staying silent, though his smile seemed to pass his ears as Edward then noticed the butler.

“Is there something you two are keeping from me?” Edward asked, worry seeping into his tone, he gaze switching between the two.

Frank tried to assist. “I believe, her highness is trying to tell you something.” He supplied helpfully.

Edward felt confused. “I’m still not understanding what’s going on here.”

Stacy shook her head and walked over towards him, placing her hands in his. “Edward…do you know what it means…when people say: “there’s a bun in the oven”?”

Edward studied Stacy’s face for a moment, taking in her expression. Her eyes twinkled beneath the kitchen lights, given them a glossy look. Her smile was large, larger than he ever seen it before. At some point, Stacy let go of his hands, placing it on her belly, her fingers tracing small circles around it. After looking her over a few times, the gears in his head started to click, and his face took on a bewildered expression.

“No…” He breathed, heart pounding. “You’re not…are you…are you saying you’re…” Stacy gripped his hands tighter, nodding her head so quickly, Edward worried it would pop off.

“Yes…” Stacy was on the verge of tears. “…I’m pregnant.”

In an instant, Edward’s world shook beneath him. It fekt as if time stopped completely, and it was only them in the void. Tears formed in his eyes, cascading down his cheek in an instant as a wide smile graced his features. Stacy was the same, her own tears falling simultaneously with his, almost as if they were in sync. In that moment, Edward did not want to let Stacy go. He hugged her tightly, tighter than he ever thought possible.

“I can’t believe it…” His voice was barely a whisper. “…I’m going to be a father?”

Stacy nodded against his shoulder, sniffling. “Yeah.”

“And you’re going to be a mother…” He breathed. “…I can’t believe this is happening.”

His wife instantly pulled away from him, practically bouncing with excitement. “Neither can I!” She exclaimed. “I wasn’t totally sure, but I took a test this morning, and…it said I’m pregnant!”

Edward cupped her face tenderly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. The two embraced passionately, letting the joy of the moment seep between them. They eventually pulled apart, their foreheads still touching.

“We’re going to be a family…” Edward breathed. “…just the three of us.”

Stacy smoothed her thumb against his cheek, tears still flowing down her face. A clearing of a throat caused the two to separate, looking beside them was Frank holding out a box of tissues, his own face wet with a few tears, all the while grinning.

“Thank you, Frank.” Edward laughed taking a few tissues for them. “I assume this conversation will stay between us, correct?”

Frank nodded obediently. “You have my word, sir.” He bowed. “I shall let you two be in charge of spreading the news. Whenever you’re ready.”

Stacy reached a hand out. “Thank you.” She replied to him, the butler returning the gesture kindly. “I’m…actually glad you’re here for this. You’re like our family too.”

Frank felt his face light up with joy, clearly touched. “Really?”

“As real as Donatelli is to Margaret. You’re a part of this team, too. Don’t forget that.” Edward added, giving his own bright smile.

Frank tried to hold his composure as best as he could, standing tall. “I-I’m glad to be of service.” His voice quivered just a bit. “You two truly deserve this.”

“This, however, does brings up another concern.” Edward looked back over towards Stacy. “How, exactly, are we going to explain this to my parents?”

Stacy smiled contently. “We’ll tell them eventually. Right now, let’s just enjoy this moment. Just between us.”

Her husband wrapped his arms around her. I like that sound of that.” His eyes then catches the small bun still sitting in the oven, waiting to be called into action. “Can we…still eat the bun?” He asked.

Stacy laughed, leaning her head into his chest. “Well can eat as many buns as you like. I’m probably gonna be craving them for a while, so don’t get too excited.” She smirked playfully. “Something tells me you’ll get sick of them by the time my first trimester is over.”

Edward raised a challenged eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

And in that very moment, everything was perfect.

[iseltwalds]

That first plot just made go, “WHAT.” multiple times 😂 Oh dear it seems that Stacy has been transported to a place of absolute chaos. (Chaos as in her best friend and husband don’t know her!? Does Kevin know her in this one?) And also, are Margaret and Edward married, and perhaps the monarchs during this period? Poor Stacy! It’s definitely got me hooked. I need more! (JK, take your time 😊)

Ooooo, Donatelli! I must say I had to look the show up because I’ve never heard of it 😅 But it seems to be quite the plot 👀 “Telli” trying to take over the throne? Oh that sounds very interesting 🤭

Nonetheless, I’m looking forward to your future works! You can do it! 😊

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

[iseltwalds]

Yes! I’m sure they have different preferences, traditions, and experiences. It makes them unique and have their own identity which I honestly very much love.

Awww 🥹 I really love seeing more content about Duchess Anne, or in short anything about Margaret’s parents because I feel like it makes me see who or where the young girl got such traits and habits 😊

The Bun In The Oven

The second I thought of this I knew I had to write it. I’ve had this idea in mind for a while now (more-so like a year), but I’ve finally got the inspiration (as well as motivation) to write it. Hope you enjoy! :)

“Darling, explain to me what we’re doing, again?” Edward asks as he’s dragged by Stacy to the palace’s kitchen, the lack of staff peaking Edward’s curiosity. Normally, the area was buzzed with staff pacing about quickly preparing the royal family’s meals, but the quiet ambiance made it oddly peaceful. A delicious smell wafted from the oven as Stacy lead him over towards it.

“I wanted to bake you something special, so I asked the staff if I could borrow the kitchen for a bit while I made your surprise.” Stacy grinned, rubbing his arms affectionately.

Her husband perked up immediately at the thought of food. He always adored his wife’s baking, and every treat she made was better than the next. His stomach gurgled in anticipation.

“Well, I can never say no to your baked goods.” He brought her closer towards him, his voice growling. “I still recall that pie you made me…and the whipped cream that followed…”

“Babe!” Stacy blushed scarlet. “What if someone hears us?!” She laughed. “Especially your parents!”

“I wouldn’t worry. They’re currently in a diplomatic meeting at the moment. They shouldn’t return for a while.”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyways…” She walked over towards the stove, placing on some oven mitts. “…here’s what I wanted to show you!” Her face was beaming, eyes glistening with excitement. Whatever it was, Edward decided it must be something special. “Ta Da!” She opened the door.

In an instant Edward’s smile slowly dropped to a look of confusion. Inside was…some bread. A roll of bread. An ordinary, simple looking, roll of bread.

Stacy noted his change of expression, but carried on anyway. “Well?” She asked, her smile not diminishing in the slightest. “What do you think?”

Edward blinked. “It’s…” He tried to find the right words. “…very charming.” He tried. “It’s a very nice…bread?”

Stacy chuckled. “Babe…it’s a bun!”

“Oh…I see.”

“In the oven.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

His wife bit her lip in amusement, holding back a laugh. “And…what do you think it means?”

Edward looked between Stacy, and the baked good sitting inside the oven. He tilted his head, trying to puzzle together an answer. Between his wife’s expression and the bun, he honestly had no idea.

“Is the bun…specially made?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Is it an old family recipe.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t tell me it’s actually fake.” His eyes widened. I was genuinely looking forward to eating that!”

Stacy placed a hand over her mouth, trying to keep it together. She honestly felt bad he wasn’t getting it, but the adorably confused expression on his face made it all worth it.

At this point, Frank De Luca managed to pass by, witnessing the scene before him. He tilted his head curiously at the two royals. Before he could ask anything, Stacy silently placed a finger over her mouth, still smiling, indicating between herself and the bun.

Frank’s eyes widened, immediately getting the message and staying silent, though his smile seemed to pass his ears as Edward then noticed the butler.

“Is there something you two are keeping from me?” Edward asked, worry seeping into his tone, he gaze switching between the two.

Frank tried to assist. “I believe, her highness is trying to tell you something.” He supplied helpfully.

Edward felt confused. “I’m still not understanding what’s going on here.”

Stacy shook her head and walked over towards him, placing her hands in his. “Edward…do you know what it means…when people say: “there’s a bun in the oven”?”

Edward studied Stacy’s face for a moment, taking in her expression. Her eyes twinkled beneath the kitchen lights, given them a glossy look. Her smile was large, larger than he ever seen it before. At some point, Stacy let go of his hands, placing it on her belly, her fingers tracing small circles around it. After looking her over a few times, the gears in his head started to click, and his face took on a bewildered expression.

“No…” He breathed, heart pounding. “You’re not…are you…are you saying you’re…” Stacy gripped his hands tighter, nodding her head so quickly, Edward worried it would pop off.

“Yes…” Stacy was on the verge of tears. “…I’m pregnant.”

In an instant, Edward’s world shook beneath him. It fekt as if time stopped completely, and it was only them in the void. Tears formed in his eyes, cascading down his cheek in an instant as a wide smile graced his features. Stacy was the same, her own tears falling simultaneously with his, almost as if they were in sync. In that moment, Edward did not want to let Stacy go. He hugged her tightly, tighter than he ever thought possible.

“I can’t believe it…” His voice was barely a whisper. “…I’m going to be a father?”

Stacy nodded against his shoulder, sniffling. “Yeah.”

“And you’re going to be a mother…” He breathed. “…I can’t believe this is happening.”

His wife instantly pulled away from him, practically bouncing with excitement. “Neither can I!” She exclaimed. “I wasn’t totally sure, but I took a test this morning, and…it said I’m pregnant!”

Edward cupped her face tenderly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. The two embraced passionately, letting the joy of the moment seep between them. They eventually pulled apart, their foreheads still touching.

“We’re going to be a family…” Edward breathed. “…just the three of us.”

Stacy smoothed her thumb against his cheek, tears still flowing down her face. A clearing of a throat caused the two to separate, looking beside them was Frank holding out a box of tissues, his own face wet with a few tears, all the while grinning.

“Thank you, Frank.” Edward laughed taking a few tissues for them. “I assume this conversation will stay between us, correct?”

Frank nodded obediently. “You have my word, sir.” He bowed. “I shall let you two be in charge of spreading the news. Whenever you’re ready.”

Stacy reached a hand out. “Thank you.” She replied to him, the butler returning the gesture kindly. “I’m…actually glad you’re here for this. You’re like our family too.”

Frank felt his face light up with joy, clearly touched. “Really?”

“As real as Donatelli is to Margaret. You’re a part of this team, too. Don’t forget that.” Edward added, giving his own bright smile.

Frank tried to hold his composure as best as he could, standing tall. “I-I’m glad to be of service.” His voice quivered just a bit. “You two truly deserve this.”

“This, however, does brings up another concern.” Edward looked back over towards Stacy. “How, exactly, are we going to explain this to my parents?”

Stacy smiled contently. “We’ll tell them eventually. Right now, let’s just enjoy this moment. Just between us.”

Her husband wrapped his arms around her. I like that sound of that.” His eyes then catches the small bun still sitting in the oven, waiting to be called into action. “Can we…still eat the bun?” He asked.

Stacy laughed, leaning her head into his chest. “Well can eat as many buns as you like. I’m probably gonna be craving them for a while, so don’t get too excited.” She smirked playfully. “Something tells me you’ll get sick of them by the time my first trimester is over.”

Edward raised a challenged eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

And in that very moment, everything was perfect.

[iseltwalds]

Oh well! For the plot moments maybe 😅

Ahhh! It probably boils down to their different traditions, no? Averill shouldn’t be surprised that Margaret has adapted Donatelli’s traits since she did grow up with her and has practically been under the take care of Donatelli for more than she can remember 🤣

The Bun In The Oven

The second I thought of this I knew I had to write it. I’ve had this idea in mind for a while now (more-so like a year), but I’ve finally got the inspiration (as well as motivation) to write it. Hope you enjoy! :)

“Darling, explain to me what we’re doing, again?” Edward asks as he’s dragged by Stacy to the palace’s kitchen, the lack of staff peaking Edward’s curiosity. Normally, the area was buzzed with staff pacing about quickly preparing the royal family’s meals, but the quiet ambiance made it oddly peaceful. A delicious smell wafted from the oven as Stacy lead him over towards it.

“I wanted to bake you something special, so I asked the staff if I could borrow the kitchen for a bit while I made your surprise.” Stacy grinned, rubbing his arms affectionately.

Her husband perked up immediately at the thought of food. He always adored his wife’s baking, and every treat she made was better than the next. His stomach gurgled in anticipation.

“Well, I can never say no to your baked goods.” He brought her closer towards him, his voice growling. “I still recall that pie you made me…and the whipped cream that followed…”

“Babe!” Stacy blushed scarlet. “What if someone hears us?!” She laughed. “Especially your parents!”

“I wouldn’t worry. They’re currently in a diplomatic meeting at the moment. They shouldn’t return for a while.”

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyways…” She walked over towards the stove, placing on some oven mitts. “…here’s what I wanted to show you!” Her face was beaming, eyes glistening with excitement. Whatever it was, Edward decided it must be something special. “Ta Da!” She opened the door.

In an instant Edward’s smile slowly dropped to a look of confusion. Inside was…some bread. A roll of bread. An ordinary, simple looking, roll of bread.

Stacy noted his change of expression, but carried on anyway. “Well?” She asked, her smile not diminishing in the slightest. “What do you think?”

Edward blinked. “It’s…” He tried to find the right words. “…very charming.” He tried. “It’s a very nice…bread?”

Stacy chuckled. “Babe…it’s a bun!”

“Oh…I see.”

“In the oven.”

“Yes. I can see that.”

His wife bit her lip in amusement, holding back a laugh. “And…what do you think it means?”

Edward looked between Stacy, and the baked good sitting inside the oven. He tilted his head, trying to puzzle together an answer. Between his wife’s expression and the bun, he honestly had no idea.

“Is the bun…specially made?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Is it an old family recipe.”

“Nope.”

“Don’t tell me it’s actually fake.” His eyes widened. I was genuinely looking forward to eating that!”

Stacy placed a hand over her mouth, trying to keep it together. She honestly felt bad he wasn’t getting it, but the adorably confused expression on his face made it all worth it.

At this point, Frank De Luca managed to pass by, witnessing the scene before him. He tilted his head curiously at the two royals. Before he could ask anything, Stacy silently placed a finger over her mouth, still smiling, indicating between herself and the bun.

Frank’s eyes widened, immediately getting the message and staying silent, though his smile seemed to pass his ears as Edward then noticed the butler.

“Is there something you two are keeping from me?” Edward asked, worry seeping into his tone, he gaze switching between the two.

Frank tried to assist. “I believe, her highness is trying to tell you something.” He supplied helpfully.

Edward felt confused. “I’m still not understanding what’s going on here.”

Stacy shook her head and walked over towards him, placing her hands in his. “Edward…do you know what it means…when people say: “there’s a bun in the oven”?”

Edward studied Stacy’s face for a moment, taking in her expression. Her eyes twinkled beneath the kitchen lights, given them a glossy look. Her smile was large, larger than he ever seen it before. At some point, Stacy let go of his hands, placing it on her belly, her fingers tracing small circles around it. After looking her over a few times, the gears in his head started to click, and his face took on a bewildered expression.

“No…” He breathed, heart pounding. “You’re not…are you…are you saying you’re…” Stacy gripped his hands tighter, nodding her head so quickly, Edward worried it would pop off.

“Yes…” Stacy was on the verge of tears. “…I’m pregnant.”

In an instant, Edward’s world shook beneath him. It fekt as if time stopped completely, and it was only them in the void. Tears formed in his eyes, cascading down his cheek in an instant as a wide smile graced his features. Stacy was the same, her own tears falling simultaneously with his, almost as if they were in sync. In that moment, Edward did not want to let Stacy go. He hugged her tightly, tighter than he ever thought possible.

“I can’t believe it…” His voice was barely a whisper. “…I’m going to be a father?”

Stacy nodded against his shoulder, sniffling. “Yeah.”

“And you’re going to be a mother…” He breathed. “…I can’t believe this is happening.”

His wife instantly pulled away from him, practically bouncing with excitement. “Neither can I!” She exclaimed. “I wasn’t totally sure, but I took a test this morning, and…it said I’m pregnant!”

Edward cupped her face tenderly, pulling her in for a deep kiss. The two embraced passionately, letting the joy of the moment seep between them. They eventually pulled apart, their foreheads still touching.

“We’re going to be a family…” Edward breathed. “…just the three of us.”

Stacy smoothed her thumb against his cheek, tears still flowing down her face. A clearing of a throat caused the two to separate, looking beside them was Frank holding out a box of tissues, his own face wet with a few tears, all the while grinning.

“Thank you, Frank.” Edward laughed taking a few tissues for them. “I assume this conversation will stay between us, correct?”

Frank nodded obediently. “You have my word, sir.” He bowed. “I shall let you two be in charge of spreading the news. Whenever you’re ready.”

Stacy reached a hand out. “Thank you.” She replied to him, the butler returning the gesture kindly. “I’m…actually glad you’re here for this. You’re like our family too.”

Frank felt his face light up with joy, clearly touched. “Really?”

“As real as Donatelli is to Margaret. You’re a part of this team, too. Don’t forget that.” Edward added, giving his own bright smile.

Frank tried to hold his composure as best as he could, standing tall. “I-I’m glad to be of service.” His voice quivered just a bit. “You two truly deserve this.”

“This, however, does brings up another concern.” Edward looked back over towards Stacy. “How, exactly, are we going to explain this to my parents?”

Stacy smiled contently. “We’ll tell them eventually. Right now, let’s just enjoy this moment. Just between us.”

Her husband wrapped his arms around her. I like that sound of that.” His eyes then catches the small bun still sitting in the oven, waiting to be called into action. “Can we…still eat the bun?” He asked.

Stacy laughed, leaning her head into his chest. “Well can eat as many buns as you like. I’m probably gonna be craving them for a while, so don’t get too excited.” She smirked playfully. “Something tells me you’ll get sick of them by the time my first trimester is over.”

Edward raised a challenged eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

And in that very moment, everything was perfect.

[iseltwalds]

Yay! Looking forward to Runaway Bride!

You can do it! Are the dark AUs dark as in dark, grim ones or dark as in sad and unfortunate ones? It honestly depends on the genre, but it never hurts to try. I’m sure you’ll be able to do it! 😁

I honestly have come to the conclusion that angst is my forte and can barely write any fluff because I have not experienced it 😂

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.

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Definitely does sting! Caroline didn’t know what to do and she didn’t want to disturb Edward so she called Margaret over since they had flown in together. And then Margaret called Edward and the man practically sprung out of his place even if he had a very high fever.

Technically, this is the first time Margaret and Stacy meet after the accident. It wasn’t how Margaret wanted it to happen but she couldn’t just sit around and leave Stacy alone without anyone taking care of her.

Yes! Edward has been waiting to for such a looooooong time and he couldn’t hold back anymore since he seemed out of himself because of what happened. That hug will definitely heal a bunch of the wounds she cannot seem to treat.

Another little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

For @kittylover776 😁

A cool breeze is what welcomes Stacy back into consciousness. It is slow, silent, but it is restless. It is perserving, continuously trying to penetrate through what Stacy felt like a thick comforter that covered her body.

Somehow the breeze found its way to her chest, ultimately seeping into her heart. She feels it wrap around the pulsing organ, getting tighter and closer by the minute. It is like she is being shunned away from light and freedom, like there is something pulling her down and she cannot find the keys to free her from those persistent chains.

There is darkness before her, moving to wrap around her body, until the space she cannot even see starts to feel tighter and tighter — closer and closer, as if it were shrinking. It is chasing her through as she tries to escape, as she tries fo free herself from the pain that comes closer and closer.

Until there is an insistent ray of light that shines through her eyelids and there is a voice that surges through her ears and causes almost every fibre of her body to awaken.

“I came as soon as I could.” The voice was thick, seemingly laced with worry and holding a similar accent she had heard from Caroline.

There is a gasp that escapes Stacy’s lips as her body jolts up almost instantly. It takes her a moment to realize where she is, with her hands attached to an IV drip, and her body gently tucked into the sheets of the hospital bed.

Her surroundings are bland, as if the room had no life, with barely a hint of color aside from the dots of blue that are embellished on the white lines of the accent wall across her.

And in between all that, there are two ladies standing on opposite sides of her bed, intently looking at her as if she were some delicate piece of jewelry that required all the care in the world.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing here? She asks, but the elder woman remains quiet and shifts her eyes to the lady across her.

Stacy follows, trying to snatch a glimpse of the lady. When her eyes land on the unknown woman, there is a loud gasp that slips from her lips.

“Who...” Stacy’s eyebrows slowly move closer together, eyeing the lady — whose name she did not even know — down. “Who are you!?”

The lady stood tall, chin up high like some regal monarch from a country she probably did not know about. She exuded elegance, grace, and looked too poised for Stacy’s liking. She was good at carrying herself, much like the usual prim and proper royal known to the public eye.

And it bothered Stacy. It bothered her how the lady was the absolute opposite of her, yet simply looking at the unknown woman made her feel like she was staring into a mirror.

The resemblance was absolutely uncanny — not even a speck of difference was there to distinguish who was who.

The lady does not respond and instead turns to face Queen Caroline as if unsure of her next move.

Stacy keeps silent, staring at Caroline intently as if pleading for answers. The Queen does not answer, turning away from Stacy as she made her way to the door. “I’ll leave you two be.”

In a single pull, the door was secured closed, leaving them all alone.

“Who are you?” Stacy repeats her question, still eyeing down the lady. But she keeps silent — as if ignoring Stacy — choosing to move towards the small table beside the hospital bed and pour herself a glass of water. “You know, if you’re not going to answer me, might as well leave.”

The lady quickly spins around and throws Stacy a look she couldn’t interpret. “Why don’t you have some water first?”

She hands the glass to Stacy — more of peeling Stacy’s fist open, and placing the fragile glassware into her hand — before pulling out the swivel stool hidden underneath the hospital bed and choosing to place it right beside Stacy.

“I’m...” The lasy sighs, unable to look Stacy in the eye as she fiddled with her fingers, trying to divert her attention elsewhere. “I’m Lady Margaret Delacourt, Duchess of Montenaro.”

“The name sounds familiar...” She hears Stacy say within seconds — and that is when Margaret finally gathers the courage to look into Stacy’s eyes, to look into her heart and see if there were still bits and pieces of the lady who had drastically changed her life for the better. But she does not. She cannot see anything, not even a tinge familiarity in Stacy’s eyes, not even in a heartbeat.

There is a layer of tears glazing her eyes, and Margaret tries her best to blink them away, much like how she did when she had first set foot into the palace grounds of the Belgravian Royal Palace.

That was when it sank in that she was bound to enter a loveless marriage with a man she barely even knew, all for the sake of “duty.”

And then came Stacy, who gladly gave her the chance to live the life she had dreamed of, free from the burden of carrying the weight of duty and responsibility to the people of her country.

When Margaret needed help, Stacy was there. But now, with Stacy the one in need of help, it pained Margaret that all she could do was hope Stacy could return to the life waiting for her.

When she sees Stacy has finished the glass of water, Margaret gently takes it out of her hands and returns it to the table she had gotten it from.

Just as Margaret pours herself a glass, she hears Stacy call out her name.

“Lady Margaret?”

She turns to look at Stacy who looked helpless and in absolute despair — but she does not kne why. And she cannot ask why.

“Yes?”

“Why are you here?” Stacy’s eyebrows are furrowed, and the royal could see the brewing curiosity in her eyes.

“Well, I heard what happened and thought I’d come to help.”

“But you don’t know me.” Stacy pushed herself up, moving to sit properly and face Margaret. “Look, I know you have a lot of stuff going on especially with all the planning for the event and I’m sure Her Majesty will need you there and I don’t want to be such a both—”

“Shhh.” Margaret places her hands on top of Stacy’s, slowly rubbing her thumb across the back of Stacy’s hand. “Don’t ever think you’re a bother to us, Stacy. You mean so much too me. This is the least I can do.”

“But we don’t even know each other!” Stacy’s lips purse, looking up at the ceiling as if scavenging through her memories to recall if they had ever met before. “How do you even know who I am?”

There is a pause, an awkward silence that reigns within the room as Margaret hesitated to respond — maybe because she is unsure of what she is allowed to say that would not send Stacy back into the spiral that caused her to be in the hospital.

“Edward told me.” Margaret isn’t sure if she is even allowed to mention his name but she goes for it anyway. If it pulls a trigger within Stacy, then she could only hope it is the trigger that would lead her back to the life she had left behind.

“Ah, Edward.” She hears Stacy scoff and turn

to the other side of the room. “Of course he would. Did he tell you the part where he abandoned me out of nowhere two days before our graduation?”

“What? Why on earth would he tell me that?”

“Because you’re Lady Margaret, his fiancée.”

Margaret froze as she finally understood Stacy’s words. Where did she even get that information? It had been years since their engagement and Margaret was sure the press had buried those articles deep into the ground.

If not for Edward’s request to keep everything under wraps and let Stacy recover at her own pace, Margaret would tell her everything. Stacy deserved to know, she deserved to recover with those who made her feel loved, even if she could not remember them — because the heart remembers what the mind cannot.

And she is sure the love Edward has for Stacy is strong — too strong even — enough to help her, to guide her through, and to redeem the life that has been taken away from her.

At that moment, Margaret decides it is out the window with Edward’s request. She respected him and his wishes, but this was her best friend, and seeing her all alone, thinking there was not a single soul in the world who loved her, who cared for her, is a sight she does not want to keep on going.

But just as she is about to respond, about to drop everything onto Stacy, Margaret hears the door open and turns to see Edward pacing across the room, heading straight towards Stacy.

For a moment, he forgets his own rule, quickly throwing himself onto her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Stacy, Darling...” His voice is laced with fear, his body trembling as he caught his breath in between his words. “What happened? Are you alright, Darling?”

Stacy doesn’t dodge his touch — even if she seemed flustered — because for some reason, despite her mind making her think she is annoyed at his behavior, there is a warm sensation tugging at her heart, almost as if the bits and pieces of it were slowly returning to its original form, much like a warm, gentle hug she has been longing for what seemed like her entire life.

(P. S: Barely proofread, I’m sorry about that 😅)

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Oh it definitely will! I still have to figure things out though. Both additions have been very spontaneous so we’ll see where this goes 😂

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.