"Anissa, why doesn't Stayne have a wife?" Margaret asked one of the ladies of the court.

"The queen wont let him" she quickly told her.

"Wont let him?"

"She is obsessed with him and wants him to herself"

"Does Stayne like it?" she asked again, trying to look just like a curious person, not someone who liked him.

"He pretends he likes it, as you've probably seen, but he just does that so he doesn't lose his head" Anissa kept telling Margaret of the queen's deep liking for her knave. "The truth is, he told me yesterday, that he likes you but is too afraid of the queen to make any advances toward you".

"Thank you" she told Anissa as she ran out of the gardens to find Stayne. All the courtiers had known of Margaret trying to make advances toward Stayne and decided not to tell the queen. If she found out, then she finds out on her own. She ran in the halls to make sure no one was around then kept on in search of him. She caught sight of him, crashed her lips on his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tried to resist at first, but slowly gave in and put his arms around her, kissing her back.

"Margaret, what are you d-" he was soon silenced by her kissing him again. She couldn't believe she was following her husband's footsteps and going behind his back. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the lovely scent, "I don't know what to say".

"Call me Maggie, if you want" she still had her arms wrapped around his neck.

He had gone into shock and had to get this girl off of him, even if she did look like a blonde goddess in the black dress. "It's getting late, and I am getting extremely tired. I am going to head off to bed. You know where your room is, right?"

"Yes I do" she said finally releasing her grip on the knave.

"If you need anything, I'll be two rooms down on the left" he told her then left for his bed chamber. She did the same and tried to fall asleep but couldn't.

What was Lowell doing right now? Probably being the man-whore he is. Should she try to divorce him? Hell yeah. How is she gonna fall asleep with that knave on her mind? She has no idea.

It had only been two hours and she found herself walking toward Stayne's room and knocking softly on the door. Perhaps he hadn't heard her, so she knocked a little more firmly.

"Yes?" he asked groggily, not even bothering to put on a robe to cover his shirtless body. Normally Margaret would have scolded someone for such indecency but she found herself just staring at his toned chest. He laughed at her reaction and she blushed for embarrassing herself like that. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, can we talk?" she said keeping her gaze on her feet.

"Sure" he placed a hand on her back and gently pushed her inside the room closing the door.

"I just need someone to tell my troubles to" she said, now looking at the moon which shone directly into his room.

"What's troubling you?" he placed a hand on her shoulder.

She sat on the bed and told him about Lowell and his unfaithfulness toward her and now how she was being unfaithful to him. He provided little advice because he was just baffled by the situation. But he sat behind her and massaged her shoulders and her eyelids drooped halfway closed, trying her hardest to not fall asleep but he was making it so hard. She soon collapsed on his chest. He laughed and thought about whether he should put her back in her room or keep her in his. Since he didn't know her too long he decided to carry her back to her room.

"Why did I do that?" he joked to himself. He stared at the moon and knew, she will be his.