This story is based on the charaters from the movie The Princess Diaries and The Princess Diaries 2, which are property of Meg Calbot and Disney.
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Autumn arrived in Genovia. Leaves and ground alike were tinted in tones of red and brown as the eyes of an inattentive tourist rested on a palace that seemed like it was taken from a fairy tale. The Mediterranean breeze fills the air of salt and one was to close his eyes and listen with care, the night allows you to hear voices of times past playing with your mind.
Alice stopped for a moment to look at the palace. In her head, the image of Joseph lifting her from the ground, holding her with the utmost care in his arms flashed time and time again. His rough voice and sweet eyes make her tremble with pleasure every time she thought of him. She was completely in love. And he loved her back. Such love was what drove her to find work in the palace. Her father worked in the parliament and it wasn't easy to get in…
For about a month Alice kept discreet. Hearing, watching, assuring she was available for any task that needed to be done, even more if the task allowed her to be near the Head of Security, the magnificent man in black. It was impossible not to dream while awake with the queen's bodyguard, with his muscled, well defined thighs and the chest chiseled with countless hours in the gym. Alice was almost forty years old, black hair and green eyes, a good body that smelled of vanilla. It made the crudest of men fall to her feet. Joseph couldn't avoid looking out the corner of his eye every time she passed near him. But that's all it was, the normal eyes of a man that wasn't blind.
One afternoon, when Joseph was leaving the office, Alice passed so near him that it forced him to stop so he wouldn't trip over her.
-"Sorry, Joseph, sometimes I'm very distracted."-She said while subtly looking at him with the smile of a teenager caught looking at the object of her desire.
-"It's okay, no one got hurt and that's what matters!"
Joseph smiled and got ready to continue headed to the queen's room. Alice took 2 steps backwards, putting herself right in his way.
-"Joseph, I want to thank you. The way you welcomed me in the palace…"-she said in a rough, hot voice while her hands traced his toned chest.
Joseph grabbed her hands and gently pushed her away.
-"There is no need to thank me. It's normal to do such a thing. Now, if you'll excuse me, duty calls."
Joseph continued on his way without looking back. Alice was completely angry. How was it possible for him to refuse her? She couldn't let it stay like this.
Joseph smiled, amused. He still had it in himself to attract younger women. Neither did such a thought crossed his mind again nor would he tell Clarisse.
Two gentle touches on the door removed Clarisse from her thoughts. Mia was back in Genovia and she couldn't be happier. She put the tea cup back on the table and sat back in the couch, losing her eyes in the flames of the fireplace. Joseph was coming. She felt him. He was so deep on her heart that they were able to feel each other's presence. Their chemistry was unquestionable. How much longer would she be able to hide their feeling from the others? How much longer could the love she felt for her bodyguard remain hidden?
-"Come in"
-"Good afternoon, Your Majesty. I require a few minutes to discuss a subject of maximum importance."- He said, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
-"Clarisse, Joseph! What's wrong? Where did this "Your Majesty" come from?"-She said, setting herself right on the couch. She pointed to the seat near her and said-"Have a seat."
"Clarisse?"- Joseph turned towards her and grabbed her hands. "In less than a year Mia will take the crown. Sometimes I think I won't be able to have you away from me much longer…"
"Joseph… I…"-This is going to be a complicated conversation, she thought.
"Clarisse, let me speak, please. There is no one in this world that completes me more than you do. Opening this door every day and seeing that smile, those wonderful blue eyes is enough to get me full of life. Putting my arms around your waist and losing my lips in yours gives me the pleasure of making every other man envious. I love feeling your breathing on my neck, your forehead on my shoulder, your arms around mine… You make me the happiest man alive, you make me feel like I can do anything. And every time you let me get lost on your body, everything becomes clear. My world is reborn and waiting for you is the most nature thing in the world. I love you from the bottom of my heart. I desperately want you and I am ready to wait as long as it takes to make you my wife."
Clarisse couldn't contain her tears. Joseph rose from the couch, gently pulled her towards himself and grabbed by the waist without breaking eye contact. A hand climbed up her body, gently caressing her chest, her neck, her head. It was impossible to resist her smile. Their lips touched, smoothly, delicately. His tongue played with her lips, teasing her, exciting her. Clarisse locked her arms around his neck, drawing him forever closer. That kiss was so intense, so deep, and so strong they only stopped to catch their breaths.
"And I am very lucky. I hear others sighing for you, I see the way they look at you. And yet, I'm the one that has you"
This said they kissed again. Joseph's hand ran along her back, pulling her closer and closer, wanting to melt into one another. Clarisse felt insane and excited.
"I can't wait until the day I have you for myself in the light of day, without fear, without obligations, without obstacles. I love you, Joseph."
The sound of the telephone broke the head that flooded the room, releasing them from that embrace that would lead to much, much more. Clarisse kissed him again as they parted from the hug.
"Let me pick this up, dear."
He looked at her with desperation in his eyes. "Damn, woman. You're kill me"
"But of course, Prime Minister. Give me ten minutes and we'll meet in my office."
Clarisse put down the phone and awaited a few seconds in an attempt to regain her composure. Her eyes were now filled with fear. Arthur Mabrey is a worthy opponent. Her eyes looked at Joseph and she sat with her back on his chest. His arms were now around her waist. Her perfume had calmed him down. It always did, even more than a bottle of champagne. The heat of her body clouded his senses and only the good memories were allowed.
"Is there something wrong?"-He asked while slowly joining his lips with her's.
"Come with me to my office, please. The Prime Minister is requesting an urgent meeting…"-She said without being able to hide her worries.
He slowly got back on his feet and pulled her towards himself, wrapping her in a hug.
"Then let's go, honey. I'm always here."
She smiled and they parted from the hug. "Let's see what it is this time."
"I BEG YOUR PARDON? No, no, no. Absolutely not!"
Clarisse was angry beyond belief. Walking around in her office, trying to regain her calm.
"This is another of Viscount Mabrey's silly ideas. There is no way the Parliament will agree. However, I didn't want to not warn you, Mam"
"This is my house and I will not allow anyone to control my life. Or Princess Amelia's. Prime Minister, I appreciate your dedication and non-wavering support to the Rinaldi. I'm very grateful."
Clarisse return to her desk and put her hand towards the Prime Minister in a very clear signal that the meeting was over and awaited for him to kiss her hand to say goodbye. Joseph awaited by the window, standing. He was fully aware of what was coming. She was done with conversations and very angry.
When the prime minister left he didn't fully close the door. Alice would pass by and listen.
"Honey, please, calm down."
"Don't ask me to calm down, Joseph. Just who does he think he is? How can he dare to do such a thing?"
"Go rest a bit, please. I'll have Charlotte reschedule everything and you can rest during the afternoon. I'll have some tea served to your room."
"You are always ready for me, Joseph. How I wish I could make it up for you…"
"The time is almost here, my dear. Now all that matters is you calming down and getting ready for war. Come here."
Joseph pulled her towards himself and they hugged. His hands rubbing her back made her feel protected. "Feels so good, Joseph."
Alice listen and was horrified. The queen was hitting on Joseph? On her Joseph?! There was no way she would let this happened.
That night, on her room, Alice carefully scratched the queen's image on every photo where she was present. On the dresser were six frames with pictures of Joseph, on the bedside table there was one she managed to take while he had his torso naked in the gym. However, and even scarier, the wall on the right side of her bed was covered with his pictures.
"She won't take you from my, my love."- She said, kissing one of his images, squeezing it strongly to her chest.
"She won't. Bitch. Who does she think she is?! I'll take care of you, my love."
A strong smell of incense filled the room. Never had a brunette looked so terrifying. Her plan was about to be set in motion.