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First, I want to apologize because I have to delet a chapter (34 and 35 are the same) and thank you so much to LoveJulie35 for calling my attention to that.

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Kisses

Maria

Artur Mabrey was a happy man! He had Genovia's throne, he will marry the most beautiful woman in the world, and ended his greatest rival: Joseph! And all this in one day!

"Charles! Charles? "He cried angrily. Charles almost ran into Mabrey's room.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Charles said with a deep bow.

"You're incompetent! Call Captain Gothe immediately. It's time to end my problems! And hurry up. I want to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very important day in the history of this country and I want to be at my best!" Charles bowed slightly and left. Fifteen minutes later he returned to announce the Captain's arrival.

"Captain Gothe, sit down and accompany me on a drink. I feel refreshed. Even, maybe rejuvenated." Mabrey welcomed him with a smile and a whiskey. The captain saluted and accepted the glass.

"Your Majesty, you're absolutely right. Did we have a special occasion to celabrate?" He asked, and after Mabrey sat down, he also sat down in another chair by the fireplace.

"We celebrated my marriage to Clarisse Renaldi!"

"Did she accepted it?" He asked, startled but disguised immediately. Mabrey smiled and stretched out his arm toward the Captain, toasting lightly with both glasses.

"Yes, yes, of course. But we'll make it official tomorrow morning in parliament. "

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. And let me tell you, you made a great choice! "

"I know! That woman should have been mine for many years. In fact, she never should have married Rupert. He was a callous womanizer and Clarisse deserved much better. "Gotho listened to him in silence.

"I thought I'd let Joseph attend our wedding but I decided I was not taking any chances ... I want him dead tonight, Captain. I do not want any loose ends. I'm not going to risk discovering him and he's messing with my plans. "

"Consider It Done, Your Majesty!"

Mabrey got up and Gotho too.

"Great, I'll rest then! Good evening, Captain. I hope you have fun as much as I would have if I did it myself. But please, film. I want to have something fun to show my wife on our wedding night. "Gothe and Mabrey laughed and separated: Mabrey for a good night's sleep and Gothe to kill Joseph, with exquisiteness of wickedness!

The night was almost over when everyone gathered in the rooms. Joseph's rescue gave the subject of conversation until dawn and no one seemed to lose the battle with sleep. Overcome by exhaustion, Clarisse took the first step. She grabbed Joseph's hand, stood up, and pulled him to her.

"We're going to close the night. In a little while, I will have a big battle to run ... I hope I have arguments to stop it! "Joseph squeezed her hand lightly and smiled. Mia hugged Joseph first, then Clarisse and murmured in her grandmother's ear .

"I'm so happy, Grandma. For all of us, but especially for you. I really want you to be happy." Clarisse's eyes filled with tears and, unable to speak, just hugged her granddaughter, sure she would understand ...

Joseph accompanied Clarisse to the bedroom and, as he bowed to say goodbye, Clarisse laughed and pulled him into the room. Joseph smiled and closed the door behind him.

"I almost lost you ... I will not risk it again."

"Even after I die, my love, remember that I will always be near you. I'll be your Guardian Angel. You will never lose me." Joseph wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her. Clarisse grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him softly. Tears streamed down her face and she did not hide them. She just wanted to forget the terror she felt when he's not back into her arms.

"It's been a couple of crazy months, isn't it?" Joseph asked.

Clarisse smiled, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.

"I think so ... But now let's go to sleep, my love. In a few hours I intend to take Artur Mabrey out of the throne and you, you have to rest a lot and treat you, my love! I belong to you! "Joseph tried to lift her but a few broken ribs and many pains almost dictated that they end up on the floor. Clarisse burst into laughter.

"Please, Joseph, put me down. I do not want my man with more injuries." and she let out another laugh. And how he loved those laughter.

That night they slept hugged, curled into each other, as if they were afraid that someone would tear them away. Joseph looked at her in silence. He liked to watch her sleep. He liked to feel that while she was there, safe in his arms, nothing and no one could hurt her!

At six-thirty, when Clarisse got up, Charlotte was waiting for her in the living room, with breakfast.

"Good morning, Charlotte. So early? But, did you sleep? "Charlotte smiled.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Today is going to be so important and intense that I do not even sleep. At seven I will start calling the Presidents of other countries to get everything ready for videoconferencing. We can't fail a minute. Everything has to be perfect. Viscount Mabrey can't even have time to speak on the marriage request, Your Majesty. He must be immediately removed from the throne." Now it was Clarisse's turn to smile. Sweet Charlotte! She was what Clarisse could call a daughter.

"Charlotte, my dear Charlotte, you can't imagine how much I love you." And without waiting for an answer, embraced her. Charlotte closed her eyes, hugged Clarisse, and began to cry. Clarisse shifted slightly, distressed.

"Charlotte, what's going on? Did I say something wrong? What…"

"No, no, Your Majesty. It was I who got out of control when I heard you say that you like me ... I thought I was going crazy while you were gone. I do not know what would I do if I had lost you, Your Majesty ..." And she lowered her eyes. Clarisse wiped the tears from her face and hugged Charlotte again.

"Let's hope you do not have to find out in the next few years." She smiled. "Now let's work. We have a dictator to overthrow! "

The sound of three dry blows dictated the start of the Parliament session. "The session is open. Today we will have a special session because we will count on our much esteemed Queen Clarisse. Welcome, Your Majesty." Clarisse smiled, but Artur Mabrey was instantly irritated.

"Have the word, Lord Palimore." But Mabrey interrupted him.

"Today your King will have the word first. I want to tell you the news that next week, Clarisse Renaldi and I, will get married! "Clarisse looked at him furiously.

"I believe you need my consent, Mabrey."

"I feel that I have your consent, Clarisse ... And perhaps it would be elegant to treat your future husband for… Your Majesty ..."

"No, Mabrey. You're not my King and I'm not marrying you! "

Sebastian looked amused at the various shades of purple that Mabrey's face presented. Mia, Juan Carlos, Sofia, Michael and Paul hardly contained the laughter. Lord Palimore decided to intervene.

"Your Majesties, I am very sorry to interrupt your exchange of arguments, but we have a videoconference with the Presidents of several allied countries and the European Community. And the videoconference starts in three minutes.

"A videoconference? Without my permission ? But who dares? "

"Your Majesty, Parliament does not need your authorization to hold videoconferences and, more, with allied countries."

"But from now on, you will, do you understand?" Mabrey almost frothed with anger.

"Your Majesty, we'll turn on the monitors ..." said Lord Palimore and Mabrey paused and smiled slightly.

Fourteen screens, each with the leader of a different nation, appeared in plain sight and Clarisse shivered ... It was now or never. Mabrey showed more and more signs of imbalance. President Obama was the keynote speaker, although he was initially said to be the President of the European Parliament. Now, Mabrey felt truly important ... The President of the greatest world power was there to talk to him ... Mabrey's ego almost exploded.

"Good day or good evening, to all the citizens of the world who accompany with fear, the unfolding of the situation in Genovia. Good morning Your Majesty Queen Clarisse, King Juan Carlos, Queen Sofia, Princess Amelia, Prime Minister and all the other members of Parliament in Genovia. "Mabrey was deeply humiliated that President Obama had not referred to him as KING Mabrey.

"In recent years, we have witnessed a huge expansion of Genovia, not only in economic terms, but also in the international projection that the country has and which is reflected in a significant improvement in the quality of life of all Genovians. We all know that this development is due to a fair and directed reign for all citizens, without exception! Queen Clarisse's tireless and hard work made the difference. An unfortunate accident, dictated that our dear Queen, had been isolated for more than three months, having been replaced in the throne by Artur Mabrey who called herself King. However, since that time Genovia's economy has plummeted, international relations are either canceled or in the process of being canceled, peace treaties, celebrated century's ago, have been broken ... Many serious problems plague this small country at this time. And the International Community does not accept this state of things in a democratic country. Queen Clarisse has returned, there is no small reason why she should stay away from the throne. We could be here for hours praising the work done by the Monarch, but it is not necessary! It is world famous. Thus, the International Community, of which I am a spokesperson, asks the Parliament of Genovia for the immediate dismissal of Artur Mabrey as King of Genovia ... "

"Never! But who are you to come and tell us how to govern our country? Get involved in your business. No one asked your opinion. "

Everyone, including President Obama, waited for Mabrey to shut up and continued ...

"As I was saying, the immediate dismissal of Artur Mabrey and the reinstatement to Queen Clarisse's throne!" Palms flooded Parliament, muffling the hysterical cries of Mabrey. Sebastian murmured in Clarisse's ear, congratulations. Mia could not contain herself and from the galleries uttered a cry:

"Uou, way to go, granma!" Taking everyone to a burst of laughter (except Mabrey, of course).

"I do not accept outside interference in my country!" And he moved closer to Clarisse. "We can sit at the table and negotiate solutions, but I will not allow you to tell me what to do ..." And punched his secretary. But when he looked straight ahead, the blood froze in his veins ... A Joseph full of bruises ... but alive! And free! Where's Captain Gotho? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the letter-opening knife on his desk. Discreetly he took it and looked back at the monitors. He needed a solution ...

"President Obama ... I don't fucking care about your decisions!" And before anyone could even say a word, he grabbed Clarisse by the waist, leaning her back against his chest and pointed the knife to her throat. Joseph almost fainted with pain when he tried to move faster than his body would allow. Screams and words of awe and terror filled Parliament. All presidents watched helplessly, what could be the last minutes of Clarisse. Joseph recovered himself and advanced to Mabrey.

"Leave her at once, or I'll kill you!"

"Get away from me, you filthy bastard. Despicable commoner! Get away! She is mine! CLARISSE IS MINE " He shouted almost madly. Each time he uttered a word, the knife was sticking a little more into Clarisse's neck. Joseph stopped and pointed the gun. Clarisse never said a word. Guards loyal to Mabrey were pointing weapons at Joseph. Shades approached and ordered his guards to encircle Mabrey's. Joseph stepped forward.

"I'll count to three, if you do not leave Her Majesty, I KILL YOU!"

Mabrey let out a frightened laugh.

"Do you want me to help you count?"

"One ..." said Joseph. Mabrey laughed wildly.

"Two…"

"You're a clown, you bastard."

"Three. Drop it! "

"No! She is mine!"

Bang! A sharp shot on Mabrey's forehead, splattered Clarisse with blood, and before Mabrey's body hit the ground, Joseph was beside her, to take her away. The silence in the room was total.

"Charlotte, take Her Mejesty to the palace and make sure she's okay!" Charlotte was as shocked as any of the others, including Clarisse, but her protective manner came immediately up.

"Of course, Joseph. Your Majesty, come with me please. "

"Joseph?" Clarisse murmured.

"Your Majesty, please, return to the Palace." And he walked away from them. Then he handed the gun to Shades and held out his arms.

"You know what to do!"