On My Own

"On my own

Pretending he's beside me

All alone"

Les Miserables, "On My Own"

She tossed back the covers and stepped out of bed.

The rose-colored robe, the one he liked the best, slipped around her shoulders. Clasping it around her, she padded over to the window and drew back the curtains. She decided that was not enough, and threw open the panes.

Moonlight streamed down over the beautiful gardens of Blakeney Manor, but her eyes glazed over.

Percy, where are you tonight? In some ragged inn, some squalid hovel? Who is with you? Tony? Andrew? Are you safe? Can you see the moon as well as I can?

Tears pooled in her eyes. Am I not enough for you?

She tore her tear-filled eyes away from the scene, and looked down. A forgotten handkerchief of Percy's lay there. Almost involuntarily, her hand curled around it and brought the little piece of linen up to her face. It smelled of him.

Oh, Percy...

And for a moment, she let herself believe that those were his footfalls coming up the stairs and that soon he would come for her, all lazy and drawling to annoy her.

But the noise was caused by a footman, and her dream fell in ashes around her.

I know they need you, Percy. But I need you too.

She sank down on the rich carpets, her tears soaking his handkerchief.

Marguerite Blakeney wept herself to sleep as the moonlight shone down on her through the open window.

A/N: This is just a little attempt of mine trying to deal with Marguerite's feelings during Percy's long absences. I hope you enjoyed it!