Margaret is in for a telling off...

Margaret sank onto the sofa, clutching herself tightly and shivering; it wasn't much warmer in here than it was in the rest of the house.

"I hope you're happy," the princess croaked. " Making your sister walk here like that. Do you have any idea how-?"

"Are you aware that you walked naked through the Palace last night?" Elizabeth interrupted.

"W-what?! No, I can't have done, I'd have remembered..."

In response, Elizabeth held up Margaret's outfit. The half-naked girl stood up and held out one arm gratefully, while still maintaining a firm grip on her sheet with her other hand. But her older sister pulled the garments out of Margaret's reach. As she stumbled, Elizabeth ripped off her sheet.

"Lilibet!" Margaret squealed, slamming her arms across her nude body. "Give it back!"

"You were more than happy to walk around in the nude last night."

"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing, I don't even remember it! I certainly wouldn't do it sober!" Margaret was now bent double, hands crossed over her torso, and was openly crying, tears mixing with her already-ruined makeup.

"Stand up," Elizabeth commanded unsympathetically.

"No! Sister, please-"

"Your sovereign has given you a command."

Glowering at her sister, Margaret did as she was told. Moving into the centre of the room, she lowered her arms to her sides, fixing her eyes on her bare feet. Running water made her look up hopefully...but it was just Elizabeth pouring a glass of water for herself.

The shivering girl looked on, infuriated, as her older sister teased her by drinking the cool refreshment that Margaret's throat longed for. Continuing to smile sweetly at her humiliated sister, Elizabeth pressed a button to sound a buzzer, and before the princess had worked out what was happening, the doors swung open.

"Sorry, ma'am, I thought you'd called, I'll come back-"

"You're quite correct, I did call you. Come here and tell me what you think of my sister."

"Ma'am?" her private secretary asked, uncertain how to proceed.

"Don't worry, she made it clear last night that she doesn't mind being seen naked. Make sure you get a good look at her."

Margaret wanted to curl into a ball and scream but instead **** herself to remain still. She bit her lip nervously as the man walked slowly around her, studying every inch of her pale skin.

"Well?" Elizabeth asked, that sickly sweet smile remaining fixed on her face.

"Her Royal Highness is a beautiful young woman," the secretary stammered, trying to stick to protocol.

"There's no need to be so formal now," the Queen prompted. "I want to know what you really think. Do you want to have sex with her."

"Ma'am...I'm married..." he explained, wanting to look anywhere else, but unable to tear his eyes away.

"Humour me. If the opportunity presented itself, would you desire to engage in intercourse with my sister?" Elizabeth's eyes didn't once break contact with her sister.

"Well...err...yes..."

"Very good. I'd like you to have Margaret's clothes laundered for her," the monarch said, indicating the pile of crumpled garments. "That is unless you'd rather see her dressed again?"

"No, ma'am. I'll deal with these now."

After one last look at the frozen, embarrassed girl, the secretary departed, carrying Margaret's belongings with him.

The moment the door closed, the princess buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.

"Why?" she asked, wondering when this nightmare would end.

"He didn't get to see you last night, I didn't think he should be denied the privilege."

"Well, he's seen me, congratulations. Now can I please go?"

"Of course not, we've got a busy day ahead of us. Now that you're up, you may as well make something of the day."