Prologue:
The mysterious man dressed in black ran faster in attempts to escape the police, he had good reason to run - the twenty thousand dollars missing from the bank was in his bag. A "no good thief" is what everybody called him, he'd been stealing ever since he was two. Sure, it started off all innocent with him stealing lollypops from grocery store shelves, but as he grew older he went for bigger prizes – toy cars, clothes, money. He made his first major steal when he was fifteen, a car in the parking lot. He was never caught. After that he couldn't help himself, he thought he was so good that he wouldn't never get caught…he was right.
He dodged through the streets and noticed the sounds of the police cars becoming louder.
That's when he met her.
She was standing in front of the limousine looking at her watch when she grabbed his arm, "There you are, Joseph, where on earth have you been?"
He looked around himself to make sure she was talking to him, "Umm…excuse me?"
"Rupert will be furious if we don't get back in time."
She put a hand on his back and tried to seat him inside the limo, he grew weary, "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get you into the car because we are late and must be going."
He looked behind him and saw a man identical to himself being pushed onto the ground and handcuffed, he decided to duck into the car with the stranger, as it seemed the safer option.
The lady climbed in beside him, he had no idea who she was, as he had only been in the country for less than a week, but he felt an instant connection with her. She put up the privacy screen and held his hand, he started shaking – who was she?
Turning his head to see what was happening to the man he now realised was the Joseph character she had been talking about, he saw him being thrown into a police van and driven away. Guilt swept over him, but there was no time to think about that, he'd just gotten away with armed robbery, he had to be relieved.
"Hey lady, where are we going?"
"Joseph, I've told you time and time again that my name is Clarisse. We are going back to the palace."
"The palace? Is that what you call your house?"
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked, putting her hand on his forehead.
"Yes."
"You don't seem to be as…on the ball as you usually are."
"My apologies, rough day."
"I'll say. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"Yes, I'm just a bit confused."
"As are we all."
She looked at him with concern and kissed his cheek, "Are you worried about tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"The ball…"
"What ball?"
"The one we've been planning for weeks."
He eyed the large rock on her finger, "Are we married?"
Her expression went dull, "I thought we weren't going to discuss that."
"It's a yes or no question."
"No. I told you, I can't leave Rupert, I…"
She went silent and turned away from him, a tear threatening to fall down her cheek. He sat there in bemusement – what exactly was going on between this woman and that Joseph person? Some elicit affair?
"I'm sorry if I've hit a sensitive spot…umm…Clarence…uh…Clarisse "
"I just hate myself for doing this to you."
"Doing what?"
"Leading you on when I know we can never be together."
He decided to find out as much information as he could so he wouldn't look like an idiot later on causing him to blow his cover.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm married! I'm a queen for heaven's sake!"
He realised then what was going on - she was a queen having an affair with her employee.
"Have we slept together?"
She started tearing, "You bastard. How can you not remember? Was I just another one of your little conquests?"
She put the privacy screen back down and yelled to the driver, "Stop the car!"
The tires screeched to a halt and the woman opened the door, "Get out!"
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite feeling myself today, of course I remember. It was that night in…uh…April…"
She smiled and shut the door, "Drive on."
It took ten minutes to get back to the palace, which she spent leaning against his chest. She was nice and warm and smelt like daisies, he could get used to this.
This should only be a short story – five chapters at most. I just had this idea earlier on this morning and decided to write it. In the next chapter, we'll jump straight to the present, so you'll have to use your imagination as to what happened when he arrived at the palace and so on, because I think I've done enough of writing about their past.
Oh wow, this is my 20th PD story (OMG).
R & R of course.