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As a girl, Margarita had once dreamed that she would find herself a King like her own father, a man that was ambitious but kind and gentle to his children. She imagined herself having a big family, though perhaps not quite as many sister-wives as her father seemed to collect. She wanted it all: a crown, a husband, a family of her own.

But most of all, she wanted to be wanted.

And as she grew up, and reality rewrote her expectations for what her life had become, her lofty aspirations had shrunken. She no longer hungered for a crown to wear or an island to rule; she wanted only to find someone that excited her, someone that loved her. She didn't think such a thing would be too hard to find, but she'd spoken to a few of her more heartsore sisters and they did not seem to agree with her anymore.

Margarita did not want to become bitter like them, but looking at the interest that was clear on Zurok's face, and at the gentle way he spoke to her, revered her... she couldn't imagine him leaving her behind. He even paused to show interest in her homeland, and she didn't even think it was because of her father either, which added plenty of bonus points to his already impressive score. In truth, were it not for the fact that the Cove was swarming with her own siblings and therefore not an ounce of romantic potential, she might have considered staying home.

"It is," she answered with another charmed grin. "Its the most beautiful place I've seen so far, but I have not traveled widely."

He spoke again, showering her with well-deserved compliments and she preened beneath his attention, soothed by his assurances that he would never force her into anything. He was a good man, she thought, the sort of man her daddy would be happy for her to find.

"I like the sound of that," she murmured breathlessly, enchanted by the idea of traveling the world with him. "But perhaps we can start at your home?" Her voice trailed off slightly, a sweet smile on her lips. "You can tell me about it while you show me the way?"