A Royal Proposal {Maggie}

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Ryan Frost was finished crying. Not that he was really emotional at all, of course. No, the tears and words at his mother's funeral had been a lie. The woman had been a burden, and it was because of the woman he was leading into Bertelsmann Building just after the proceedings were over that that issue was dead and buried. Well, almost. They probably hadn't finished burying her yet. The oversized coffin would probably take a while to lower into the oversized hole. Still, it didn't matter now. He could go one and do better things with his life, like he had started doing when he decided to become a lawyer instead of a paralegal. Since the King was helping him with his total lack of communication skills, he could actually work in a courtroom setting.

But Law & Order was later, as his mother was a previous issue. What mattered was now, and what was now was officially proposing to his Queen. How that term was so different now! Once just a simple little pet name, now a real royal title. Well, as real as it could get in this world, of course.

His face was already dry as they entered the building and ascended to the floor of his lady's new office. Only the best for Marguerite Sinclaire, Queen of Hearts. He quite liked the sound of that, and he wondered if she would, when she found out. Though, Ryan knew Josiah was slightly dreading that time. Right now, he was in control, he knew he was royal. It sort of hinted at a little bit of a revenge thing, since the Queen was so horrible. That was why he would have her sign the prenup. What a surprise it would be when she found out the financials were under a few conditions! Though it seemed he was being a bit horrible, and he sort of would be, he still did love her. It was just a thing. He was a man, and he liked to be in power sometimes. Of course, he would like to be in power at all times, but he understood that that wasn't the way things worked, not in this situation, at least.

Most men about to propose would be nervous, but the newly confident Ryan didn't even feel the smallest butterfly. In fact, he wasn't even really all that excited as one should be. No, there wasn't many people in the world that got excited over things that were inevitable and obviously necessary. As he opened the door to Maggie's new office, he was mainly indifferent, as someone would be while doing a simple chore. Of course, that wasn't the aura he emitted. No, he had a smile on his face and in his eyes, like he was excited about something, after all. No, Josiah the King of Hearts would be happy when the Queen saw the prenuptial agreement. Even happier when she found out that he would get half of her money were a tradgedy to occur. And when Josiah was happy, so would this new Ryan. The old Ryan would have collapsed in delight before even entering the building (hell, he would have probably had a heart attack and died after murdering his obese mother), but he was also past news. A tragic version that needed to be updated, and so Josiah stepped in. Now, together with Maggie and the Queen, they would be an unstoppable force of Hearts, even if they had to go through a few bumps first.

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OUTFIT

[MAGGIE SINCLAIRE]

Marguerite Sinclaire---♥

With the death of his Mother, Ryan was a brand new man.

The investigation was rather open and shut. Maggie- and more surprisingly Ryan- had played their parts of bereaved family members to a tee! They had gone out to dinner after he had injected his mother with her medicine, before he had flipped her over. Ryan had left the needle in her hand, the bottle near her, before flipping her over. And then they just left. She was technically still breathing when they were walking out the door. Dinner had been merry, and they sipped their wine, and gazed at each other as lovers do. For the first time to Maggie, Ryan was more than attractive. He was sexy. He has killed her.

When they returned, his Mother was gone. Still warm, as peaceful as she would be sleeping. With a final gaze at Ryan, Maggie Sinclaire felt the closest thing she had ever felt to love, before letting out a theatrical shriek the neighbors confirmed to the police after Ryan called them. They gave their statements, Ryan speaking with a disbelieving tone of shock, holding the crying Maggie who did not wipe her tears away.

The death was ruled a suicide.

Poor Ryan, said the neighbors. Both of his parents took their own lives! They'd keep him in their prayers, and were happy that he had such a kind young lady to support him in this difficult time. Ryan thanked them, before putting his head in Maggie's shoulder to let out his tearless tears. After the police gave them the okay, they went back to Maggie's apartment, where they had the best sex they had ever had. They made fuck.

Fantastic.

Maggie awoke the day of the funeral with a slightly sour disposition, about a week after the fact. Not because of anything Ryan did, but because of the all black wardrobe. Now, she liked black. It looked fabulous with red, after all. But to wear any red to a funeral would be in poor taste. She couldn't help but sulk a little. On top of that, she had to take a day off from work to go to this thing, which she hated. Despite what people may think of Maggie Sinclaire, she wasn't a slacker. Still, it'd be unseemly not to go, so she went.

Her outfit was the picture of mourning. The black, pillbox, hat that sat nestled in her chignon twisted red hair had a veil that fell over her demure eyes. The black dress she wore was not too revealing, the amount of leg and cleavage was tasteful and discreet. Under her cloths was a different story, as her bra and panty set were red and risque, but only Ryan knew that. Se made sure he did when she got dressed. Black shoes, black gloves, black jewelry. Black, black, black. And as she sat, clinging Ryan's arm through her Valentino lace coat- made for looks, not warmth- through the process, all she could think was that Jamie had better not be fucking up at work. She had half the mind to call him, just to check up. Keep him on his toes a bit.

But she didn't.

She was a proper lady all the way through the ceremony.

After, she thought Ryan was going to drop her off at Bleeding Hearts. But no, he said he had a surprise. She wasn't usually one for surprises, but she allowed it. After all, his Mother did just die.

And what a surprise it was! Maggie felt glee fill her body as she entered the office space- with it's clean white walls and cherry wood stained floors, her bright red painted lips forming a happy little o. "Ryan! Is this for me?" With a little squealish gasp, Maggie walked further into the office, doing a little twirl. He had known she had wanted a business of her own! And how spacious it was! "Ryan! It's perfect! Look at all the space! Oh, my desk would go right over there- and the samples... Oh my God that view!" With a happy little skip in her step, she went to the window, beautifully child like in her new castle. Turning back to him, her smile became more coy and tempting, gliding back to him with delicate steps. "Absolutely perfect, my Ryan... Thank you."

Yes, Maggie was rather fond of this new Ryan Frost.