Sandbox Kingdom

He slowed his stride when he caught sight of the petite brunette in the room ahead. He gazed at her with adoration and admiration, feelings of pride rising in his chest knowing that she was truly his. He paused in the corridor, leaning gracefully against the brick wall decorated with various paper collages and glitter infused renditions of art, intensely observing his wife addressing her court.

He smirked as he recalled a brief memory of his perfect Blair confidently issuing commands to her kindergarten minions. "Penelope, no, start over. The ballroom should be grand, not pedestrian! Ugh, and use enough water so that the walls are solid. Hazel, make sure the moat is deep enough so that the peasants stay out. And, yes, Kati and Iz, flowers are a nice touch to the garden wall, but no daisies." She was standing just outside of the sandbox so as not to scuff her patent leather Burberry Mary Janes or sully her cable knit purple tights. The wind gently blew her perfectly glossed chestnut curls. As she adjusted her satin purple headband, she caught his gaze. She rolled her eyes and smirked knowingly at Chuck as he sat perched atop the brightly colored metal dome, the location which allowed him to scan his kindergarten empire. His lips turned up at the corners. Even then, he knew she was meant to rule.

At first glance, a passerby would think she was addressing the boardroom of Waldorf Designs. She no longer donned the symbolic reign of her youth, but no one needed to see her crown to know that she was, and always would be, the undisputed Queen. And, today, the PTA was her dominion. Even the Head Mistress knew when to relinquish power.

Sitting regally at the head of the table dressed impeccably in Chanel, Blair was a force to be reckoned with. The majority of women, and a couple of men, hurriedly jotted down the orders she issued, revealing a combination of awe and anxiety emanating from those desperate for the Queen's approval. A scan of other faces revealed hints of jealousy with just a sprinkling of hope for the day when maybe they too could taste even just a drop of her power. And, those seated closest to her knew that they were deigned "good enough," and were therefore granted more important assignments. "Our children's first dance will be perfect. I expect full reports of your progress at next month's meeting. You all have your tasks. Go forth and do." One could hear the hint of triumph in her voice at the conclusion of another successful gathering. And, with a flick of her dainty wrists, they were dismissed.

At that moment, Blair sensed him. Her chocolate brown eyes locked with his. Her ruby red lips curled up, a knowing smile reserved only for him. She knew he had witnessed another victory. And, he was proud of her. A brief memory of him flashed through her mind. Sun glinting on dark hair mirroring her own. Amber eyes intently staring. Mischievous grin. And, was that a look of admiration? Her 5 year old self smiled back at him knowingly. He was above others, just like her. With a nod of her head, she slowly turned back to her minions, and resumed issuing orders for her perfect palace.

As he leaned down to brush his lips against hers, murmuring how very sexy he found her when she was wielding her power, she realized that the day she created her sandbox kingdom, she was also sharing a moment with the Dark Prince who would eventually become her King. Separately, she reigned over Waldorf Designs. He unquestionably ruled Bass Industries. But, together? Together, they ruled a growing empire.

xoxo

A/N: Special thanks to scarlett2u for taking the time to beta my very first fic, you're the best! And, thanks to Parisinthe1920s for their Instagram post which inspired the idea of Blair ruling over minion moms at the PTA.