A/N: I just wanted to apologise for a mistake that I had made with the dates. I put it as 1957 but with the date it didn't tally, I was meant to have put 1958 so I have now made the changes on the previous two chapters. Just wanted to make you aware of the change.

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Friday 13th September 1963.

Today is Clarisse and Rupert's fifth wedding anniversary and though they have spent the last two weeks apart due to their conflicting schedules Clarisse is looking forward to travelling to the royal lodge, a day earlier than planned where she and her husband would spend the weekend together, alone, for the first time in a long time.

So much has happened since their wedding, so much happiness mixed with sadness. Clarisse never heard from Joseph, like he promised and she expected. Victoria and her parents moved to Italy to join him shortly after he left, and hears from her regularly and through her knows that Joseph is doing well. Nine months after her and Rupert's wedding she gave birth to their first baby and heir to the throne, Pierre, who is now four and doing well. The following year Rupert's father passed away unexpectedly, which led to Rupert and Clarisse being crowned King and Queen of Genovia.

After they were married what Joseph had told her had played on her mind, especially when, on several occasions she had become suspicious over Rupert's behaviour but soon those thoughts and worries were pushed to the back of her mind, soon to be forgotten when she discovered she was pregnant. He completely changed, become a different man, become a doting husband and soon to be father who had told her that she looked beautiful and that he loved her everyday. He bought her flowers and chocolates, showered her with gifts, some for herself and some for their baby. He showed her everyday that he loved her, and the thought never crossed her mind again.

Now today on their wedding anniversary, through the excitement of getting to see her husband after two weeks Clarisse was awake early, and after getting showered and dressed she done her hair and applied her makeup before checking she had everything for her weekend away. Walking through to the suite she put her bag down by the doors before moving to stand by one of the armchairs to watch her father play with Pierre, making him giggle as her mother and sister watched on.

"Mummy!" Pierre exclaimed excitedly while jumping up to his feet and hurrying around to her as everyone turned to her, watching as she crouched down for him.

"Hello darling," Clarisse smiled as he flung his arms around her neck, clinging onto her.

"Are you leaving now?" He asked, pulling his head back to look at her face.

"I am, and do you promise to me good for nana and grandpa?" She asked, smiling at him.

"I do," he smiled and lent in closer "you look beautiful today, mummy," he whispered and kissed her on her lips.

"Thank you, darling," Clarisse smiled and looked up at her parents as Pierre rested his head on her shoulder. "Do you have everything?" She asked.

"We do, and we have the numbers too, in case we need to get hold of you." Her mother smiled and watched as her daughter stood to her feet, lifting Pierre into her arms.

"Please don't worry about this little monkey, he will be just fine." Her father smiled "we have so much planned, don't we little one?"

"Yes!" Pierre exclaimed then giggled.

"That's good, well darling I do need to leave now." She said before kissing his face all over, making him laugh. "I will call you when I arrive, and you'll get to talk to daddy too." She smiled as he gasped and looked at her.

"I can't wait." He smiled "I love you mummy."

"I love you too, and remember, be good?" She whispered while hugging him for a long moment before putting him down.

"Go and have fun, sweetheart," her father smiled as she kissed her mothers cheek "and we will see you on Monday."

"Yes you will," she smiled, making her way over to him and kissed his cheek "bye all." She smiled, kissing her sisters cheek in passing.

"Goodbye," all of them exclaimed as she grabbed her bag and walked out of her suite.

Making her way down to the foyer, she passed her bag to her driver and did one final check to make sure she had everything in her purse before following him out. Moments later they were leaving the grounds of the palace and heading to the royal lodge.

And after three hours they arrived, grabbing her bag she thanked her driver and left him on the drive to go inside. Shutting the door she put her bag down and slowly made her way through to the living room, and into the kitchen where she grabbed herself a glass of water before going through another door that led into the dining room. Looking around, she smiled when she saw Rupert's pile of paperwork on the dining table. They had been meaning to finish decorating his office, but with the both of them having full schedules for the last year they hadn't got very far so he had to make do in using the dining room as his office instead.

Upon hearing a noise coming from above, Clarisse smiled up at the ceiling and removed her jacket. Placing it over the back of one of the dining chairs she slipped of her shoes and hurried up the stairs. Standing outside her and Rupert's suite, she put her hands up and undone the buttons of her blouse to reveal her bra before reaching her hand out, placing it on the door handle she smiled and entered the suite, making her way over to the bedroom door.

Hearing Rupert laugh, she slowly stepped forward while pushing open the door. "Rupert?" She said and suddenly gasped when he jumped up, and another figure appeared from under the covers. Putting her hands up to her mouth, as the other figure tried desperately to cover themselves with the bedsheets "Sofia?" She said quietly as tears filled her eyes.

"Clarisse, you are early, you're not meant to be here until tomorrow."

"I wanted to surprise you, but I fear it's me who's been left surprised." she said, winded at the sight before her as her mind drifted back to a conversation that she had pushed to the back of her mind. One that happened five years ago, and one that she had really hoped to never think of ever again.

"Joseph, you are my best friend, you have been my best friend since we were little, I do love you, yes. But not in a romantic way, I love you as a friend. And if you thought begging me not to marry Rupert tomorrow and telling me a lie would,"

"It's not a lie, Clarisse. Please you have to listen to me!" He interrupted.

"Alright, what proof do you have of his apparent cheating?" She asked and folded her arms.

"Well I don't have any proof, but I did see him with my own eyes, and to me that's proof enough." He answered, looking into her eyes as she continued to stare at him.

"Who with?" She asked, still staring at him.

"Clarisse, please don't do this to yourself." He said, stepping closer only to watch her step back away from him.

"I'm not doing this to myself, you are doing it to me. You are the one standing in front of me telling me my future husband is cheating. Now tell me who with?"

Shaking his head, he looked down a moment and slowly said a name while looking back up at her. "Sofia."

"I don't believe you!" She snapped.

"It's the truth, They've been seeing each other for months behind your back."

Shaking her head, she looked away. "He was telling the truth." She whispered to herself.

"Clarisse?"

Hearing Rupert's voice pulled her from the daydream she had fallen into, glancing up at Sofia sitting on the bed, before averting her gaze back to her husband as he made his way towards her. "How could you do this to me, to us, to your family?" She said, sadly.

"I swear, it's not..." Rupert began as Clarisse turned and hurried out the room "please, it's not what it looks like." He exclaimed, hurrying after her.

"It's not what it looks like?" She exclaimed, quickly turning to him at the top of the stairs. "I'm pretty sure it is what it looks like, you were in bed with, with that," she said coldly while looking towards Sofia as she appeared in the doorway "and on our anniversary," closing her eyes, she shook her head "I don't believe this, I really don't." She cried and opened her eyes to look back at him a moment before hurrying down the stairs.

"Clarisse, please if you stop and let me explain," Rupert exclaimed while following her down the stairs and into the dining room. "Clarisse?"

"Instead of chasing after me, why don't you go back to bed with Sofia! I'm sure she will be more welcoming." She exclaimed while grabbing her jacket and slipping it on "actually," she suddenly said while trying to do up her blouse buttons "tell me something, will you?"

"Anything?" He said, standing in front of her in his boxers. But after a moments silence and with her unable to look at him, he stepped closer and reached out for her hand.

"How long has it been going on?" She asked, averting her gaze to him as he squeezed her hand a little. "Was it before we got married?" She asked and watched as he looked away "it was, wasn't it? You were sleeping with her before we got married?" She exclaimed angrily as he looked back at her. Pulling her hand free, she bent down and grabbed her shoes before hurrying around the dining table and through into the hallway as he followed close behind.

"Clarisse, please stop and let me explain!" Rupert exclaimed and grabbed her waist to pull her back a little while putting his hand on the door, slamming it shut as she stepped back, staring at him in shock. "Will you please let me explain?" He snapped.

"Explain what? I think you've explained enough, now will you move so I can go home to our son!" She snapped while grabbing her bag from by the door before staring up at him. And watching him step to one side she hurried forward and opened the door, stopping she turned back to him, where she saw Sofia sat on the stairs, wrapped in the bedsheets. The bedsheets that she had chosen herself. "Look, Sofia is waiting for you." She said coldly and looked towards Sofia "I hope that you are happy, because as far as I'm concerned you're welcome to him." She said and hurried out the door.

"Clarisse, please!" Rupert called after her.

And hearing a commotion, her driver, who hadn't left yet climbed from the car and seeing Clarisse in the state she was in, he drew his gun and aimed it at Rupert before realising who it was. "Your highness?" He exclaimed and lowered his arms while looking at Clarisse as she flung open the car door.

"Take me home, please," she begged and closed the door behind her.

"Right away, your majesty." He answered and jumped in the car, quickly reversing back before swinging the car around and speeding out of the driveway, leaving Rupert stood in his underwear "Are you ok, your majesty?" He exclaimed while looking at her in the rear view mirror.

"Yes, I'm fine." She nodded, rummaging in her purse for a tissue "just please take me home." She said sadly as she found a tissue "actually, no, take me to my parents house." She managed to add before bursting into tears.

Looking at her in the rear view mirror, her driver nodded and looked back at the road. "Of course, your majesty."

Later That Night.

Hearing a car pulling into the drive, Isabella averted her gaze from the book she had been reading to the window in the bedroom. Seconds later there was banging on the front door followed by the sound of muffled voices, closing her book she stood to her feet and walked over to the window, where she stood with her arms folded her in front of her.

And a moment later she watched as Rupert made his way back to the car before stopping and turning back to the door "just tell her that I'm sorry, and that I love her with all my heart." He exclaimed.

"You should have thought before jumping into bed with that woman, then you wouldn't need to be here saying sorry now!" Came the reply of her father, which surprised her and looking down towards the main entrance she saw him stood with his hands in his pockets, watching Rupert.

Looking back at Rupert a second later, she watched as he climbed in the car and drove off before she looked back down at her father as he stood still a moment before slowly turning and making his way back inside. Turning her head, she looked over at her sister laid on the bed with her son, both of them fast asleep, snuggled together.

Slowly, a moment later she looked back out the window before closing the curtains and making her way back over to the chair she had been sitting in, to finish reading the chapter in her book, letting her sister sleep.