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Part Nine – I Could Have Danced All Night

'What made you change your mind?' Joseph asked as they left the church, smiling and waving to the crowd as they did so

'I never said no, I just realised that Mia had shown them that she can do it! She changed the law, had Mabery arrested and proved her self to parliament, to Genovia, and to me! She doesn't need me anymore! She can do it!'

'Well, my darling! I don't think she will ever stop needing you, but she's defiantly got the hand of the queen thing!'

'Joseph? I think you should spend less time with her…you are beginning to talk like her!' Joseph laughed and put his arm around her, hugging her close. They made their steady way down to the car, and were driven back up to the palace. Up in Clarisse's suite they…well at least Clarisse changed into a long satin fuchsia gown, with embroidered white flowers around the hem, neckline and in a 'v' around the waistline. The neck was in a shallow 'v' also, and held by thin straps. She stood in the doorway of her dressing room, Joseph just gazed, open-mouthed. Smiling she twirled gently, the dress falling perfectly over her figure. Still Joseph stood and gazed.

'Close you mouth please Joseph we are not a codfish!' She said, Joseph walked across to her, resting his hands on her waist.

'Was this some attempt to make me fall in love with you?' he said, gazing up and down her body

'No, it was an effort to make you rethink the past few weeks and love me again!'

'I never stopped loving you! I just thought I'd lost you! Wow! You're beautiful!' he sighed deeply, lost for words. There was a knock at the door,

'Come in!' Clarisse called, Charlotte came in, in a simple blue dress, clip board in one hand, cell phone in the other.

'Were ready for you when you are your majesty' she said,

'Thank you, Charlotte, I will be right with you' she went back into her dressing room, slipped on her shoes, and joined Joseph. She slipped her hand through his. 'Ready!' she said, Charlotte looked stunned

'You look fabulous your majesty!' Clarisse smiled, and with her husband at her side she followed Charlotte down to the ballroom.

'Presenting Her Majesty Queen Clarisse Romero and Sir Joseph Romero!'

Hand in hand they walked forward into the crowd, both smiling happily. Clarisse stood, still hand in hand with Joseph,

'Ladies and gentlemen' she began 'Today's events may have come as a shock to many of you! When I got up this morning I certainly didn't expect it, the least I was hoping for was at least a smile from the man stood beside me, I didn't think we'd be stood here married!' Joseph laughed 'I've known Joseph since I was…three?' she looked at him for help, he nodded, 'and I think I may have loved him since then, the little boy who saved my sandcastle from being beaten down by the school bully!' the crowds around them laughed. 'I know many of you feel it is unorthodox for a queen to marry her head of security, but right now, that doesn't bother me at all, and it never will! I love Joseph, more than anyone would believe, now, if no one has any pressing interrogation, Joseph?' She held out her arms, Joseph took them and they began to waltz across the ballroom. The crowd looked on in awe, they could see how truly happy the queen was, and no one dare challenge that happiness!

The pair waltzed to every song the band played, until they recognized the very seductive song that had rekindled their love.

'Would you care to…er…Wango my dear?' He asked, twirling her into his arms.

Mia sneaked across to the band, and recommended something, giggling to herself as she crossed back to where she stood before. A fast tango began to play; Clarisse blushed a little, and spun out. She winked at Joseph, nodding he pulled her into his arms. The pair danced a very sexy, fast, romantic tango, their bodies perfectly in time with each other, not having to concentrate on what they were doing, only answering to the rhythm of their love. The crowds of dignitaries, parliament members and royalty were once more transfixed by the magic of the two dancers, not a care in the world, for one free night they were just Mr and Mrs Romero, no queens attached.

Part Ten – Pillow Talk I'm almost finished:D