I was asked to write a love scene and since it won´t fit in my other stories for they are T rated, I´ll start this one which is rated M for later chapters- it´s set in the past, when the princes are still children and once again bad bad Rupert is cheating on poor Clarisse and well, you can imagine the rest- I hope you´ll enjoy this one, please read and review! :D
"It´s snowing again."
Josef turned around to the young woman who had stepped up next to him.
She was wrapped in white fur, looking like a snowflake herself with her blonde hair and fair skin, even the blue eyes added to the image.
The queen´s smile was a little distracted, as though she was thinking about something and Josef waited patiently for her to resume speaking.
"I wish the boys could be here, they love the snow so much" Clarisse sighed, pulling her heavy coat tighter around herself.
"Are you cold, Your Majesty?"
Josef asked, watching her concernedly, she seemed too dainty to be out here on the balcony in this weather, even in her coat and gloves.
"A little bit" she admitted, still watching the swirling white mass that was turning the gardens into a winter wonder land.
"You should go back inside, you will catch a cold" Josef told her, watching as her cheeks slowly turned pink from the cold.
"You are right, I should- and you should as well" she added, finally looking at him.
"As you wish."
He bowed his head to her and the queen laughed, suddenly looking much happier than before.
"Stop mocking me, I don´t appreciate it- now come, we can have a cup of tea together before you disappear in the depth of the corridors again."
"Do I tend to do that?"
Josef asked as he followed her back inside.
"Of course you do- every time I need to talk to someone I can´t find you anywhere."
"That´s not true" Josef protested, following the queen over to her sofa where a tray with tea and biscuits was set on a table.
"Maybe not every time- but often enough, you are my bodyguard, you should be there for me."
She poured the tea and offered Josef a biscuit, then took her own tea cup.
"I shall see how I can be there for you more often then."
Josef watched a small smile glide over her face, a smile that made his heart beat a bit faster in his chest.
"So when will the princes be here?"
"On Sunday- I´m so looking forward to it."
"Me too" Josef admitted and Clarisse´s smile widened.
"I know you do- they´ll be looking forward to see you as well."
"I hope the snow won´t melt, it´s always fun to have snowball fights with your sons."
"You are so great with them, you should have children yourself, Josef."
She looked innocent when she said it and Josef wondered if she really didn´t know- but no matter wether or not she did he would have to pretend, like always.
"I don´t believe marriage would suit me, Your Majesty- I´m fully contend with my life."
"I wish I could say that" the queen sighed, leaning back against the sofa.
Seeing Josef´s look she shook her head.
"I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have said that- it sounds ungrateful and childish."
"I don´t think it does, actually I can understand you, most people can´t even begin to imagine what your everyday life looks like."
"It´s not a bad life, I have everything anyone could ever want after all" she replied, her voice even but Josef could hear the fine hint of sarcasm.
"Jewelry, fur coats, expensive cars and so on?"
He asked, leaning back as well.
"Of course- plus two wonderful children, a gorgeous husband, a rather large house."
Josef chuckled and the queen fought for a moment to keep her face impressive, then she gave up and started to giggle.
"I really do sound like a spoiled brat, forgive me, Josef."
"Always, Your Majesty- I have to go now, I said I´d check on the new camera system before dinner."
"And again you leave me alone here- besides you should have told me that I by no means sound spoiled or like a brat" the queen accused him, pouting and she looked so incredible sweet that for a moment Josef could do nothing but look at her, enchanted.
"What?"
She asked, looking a little confused.
"Nothing- I´ll go now."
"No, tell me" she demanded and Josef shook his head.
"You wouldn´t care to know."
"How do you know that? Of course I do want to know."
"I´m sorry, Your Majesty but I really can´t tell you."
"Why not?"
"I´d risk too much."
"Your job?"
"Among other things- excuse me, please."
He left, feeling her gaze in his back before he closed her office door behind him.