Getting Across To Margaret

“Stupid girl. I was ill when I had her, that’s why I gave birth to this nonsense. I should have aborted Constance.” Constance mother had never felt so bad in her life. How could her own daughter behave so stand-offish to her?

“Forget about Constance, she has always been a menace. Don’t let her get at you now.” Constance father could not be bothered with the drama that was ongoing as he had Margaret in mind.

“Honey, I want to see Margaret.” The mother of Constance whined, looking at her husband and expecting him to magically make her wish come through.

But how?

Margaret’s foster parents felt terrible and distant from her.

Looking around, Margaret’s foster father tried to see how he could help his wife catch a glimpse of Margaret.

Luckily, there was a tree trunk just inches away from the crowd and at that moment, nobody was on it so he quickly pulled his wife towards the tree trunk.

“Quick. As soon as you see her, step down from the tree. It is inappropriate for a woman like you to do this.” Margaret’s foster father said as he held his wife to climb the tree.

She was excited. She didn’t care what her husband saw it, all she wanted was to look at Margaret and she was only glad to achieve it.

As soon as Margaret’s foster mother sighted Margaret, she gasped.

She kept staring at Margaret for a long time until her husband thought it was enough and he started to lift her down.

Margaret’s foster mother was dazed.

“Is that Margaret? She looks like another person. If not that I have spent so much time with her over the years, I would have argued that she’s not the one.” Margaret’s foster mother felt so jealous, her face instantly turned red.

“We have to get to her. Let’s wait till the union is over, and then we can go to the Vandersar palace.” Margaret’s foster mother could not just let go like that. She wanted to talk to Margaret and remind her of how much of a mother she had been to her.

“Entering the Vandersar palace is not going to be easy. We have seen and confirmed that she’s the one, so let’s go home and think of a plan,” the foster father said.

“Nonsense. I’m not going anywhere. I cannot afford to lose like this. If you want to go home, you can, but I will enter the Vandersar palace. After all, everyone is in high spirits. I don’t see them stopping anyone from wanting to celebrate in the palace. I’m staying back.” Margaret’s foster mother was stubborn and she stamped her foot on the ground, claiming that she would not listen to her husband.

Well, a man is a man, so the foster father of Margaret headed home, not allowing himself to be swayed by his wife nor the fact that Margaret’s status was now beyond him.

He would go home, and just like a man, he would plan his every step.

Margaret’s foster mother waited until the union was over, and she joined the masses that escorted the couple to the palace, with hopes that she would get preference and be allowed to enter.

At the gate of the palace, nobody was allowed inside, even though they all remained there singing praised to the Usylon bride for finally showing up.

Margaret’s foster mother was feeling lucky, so she dared to walk up to one of the servants at the gate.

“Permit me to introduce myself. I am Margaret’s foster mother. I took care of her all her life before she vanished from my embrace only for me to find out that she is an Usylon. Oh, how lucky I consider myself to have groomed an Usylon unknowingly for so long.” While Margaret’s mother continued to speak, the servant at the gate just kept staring at her, wondering who she was and what on earth she was talking about.

“Can I see her? A mother’s joy to see her child eventually getting married to royalty is all I want to feel for once. Please, let me see her.” Margaret’s foster mother begged.

“I’m sorry, you can’t see her. Nobody is allowed inside the palace, and there would be no exception. Besides, the bride has never made mention of anyone that’s been her mother. If you were important, we would have heard about you. Please leave.” The servant at the gate was not going to budge.

“But…” Margaret’s foster mother tried to press on but she was interrupted.

“One more second here and I will be rough with you, ma’am…”

Margaret's foster mother quickly stepped aside when she heard the threat from the servant at the gate.

She loitered around the palace for some minutes, hoping to get lucky, but she soon discovered that there was no way anyone was going to let her in. It was just not going to happen.

With a heavy sigh, Margaret's foster mother left the palace and headed back home.

Her husband glanced at her with a wary expression.

''I told you not to go there to embarrass yourself. The only way you would have been let in was if Margaret instructed for you to come. Since she has forgotten her family, why don't you let her be and look for other ways to get across to her?'' Margaret's foster father suggested.

''Other ways? Other ways, like?'' The man's wife asked.

''I don't imagine that if the police shows up at the palace, they would refuse to let them in, would they?'' Margaret's foster father asked.

''That's the Vandersar palace. The police would not have the guts to go in there. I don't think so.'' Came the reply from Margaret's foster mother.

''As desperate as you are to see Margaret, shouldn't you hang on to the iota of hope that you have? I will ask the polive to to apprehend the girl that escaped from the inn the other night. I suppose they would be happy to engage the Princes. It might result in a huge pay for us. The Princes wouls surely not want to hear that their so-called almighty Princess and soon-to-be Queen was a thief before they found her.''