4/5/72

Tonight was the night of the King's Banquet. I watched in amazement as the queen entered wearing a sparkly long pale pink dress with a V-neck that really brought out her cleavage. I couldn't help but notice that her breasts looked slightly bigger than usual (trust me to notice something like that). I watched her descend the staircase and she gave me a quick smile. I gave her one back and she continued walking down the stairs. The king took her hand when she reached the bottom and they welcomed everybody to the ball.

As the dancing began, I watched from the door and imagined myself waltzing around the dance floor with the woman of my dreams, little did I know at the time that my dream was about to become a reality.

It was about half past 10 when I noticed that she wasn't dancing with the king – she was dancing with one of the guards. I asked the man on the other side of the door what was going on and he said she'd been dancing with the help all night. I raised both my eyebrows and stared at her. She was smiling. A real smile. Not one of those fake put-on smiles she usually wears – a genuinely happy smile. She directed her eyes to me and winked. What she did after the dance ended really surprised me. She curtsied to the man and then glided over to me.

"Good evening Joseph."

"Good evening, your majesty."

"Would you like to dance?"

"Are you sure? I mean I'm working and all…"

She held my hands and led me to the dance floor. They were playing the Emperor's Waltz (my favourite dance). I put one hand on her hip and the other in her hand. We then stepped forward, then backwards then to the side, then the other side. We stared into each other's eyes the whole time and talked.

"I'm very proud of you."

"Thankyou, I'm very proud of myself."

"There's something different about you tonight and it's not just your beautiful looks."

She blushed, "I'm in a good mood."

"Oh? Are you going to tell me why?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want anybody to know yet."

"Fair enough."

"Have you sampled the wine I gave you yet?"

"I'm saving it for a very special occasion."

"Oh? Like what?"

"I don't know, I'm still waiting to find out."

I danced with her majesty for eight and a half minutes, most of the time I was waiting for her to look away from me so I could take a proper glance at her chest, but she didn't once look away from me (I am such a pervert). Anyway, the song finished and we stood there staring into each other's eyes. It was then that I realised why I had been obsessing over her ever since we'd met; I was in love with her. She was 'the one,' the woman of my dreams. I wanted to kiss her so badly, to feel her lips against mine, to smell her hair, but the king came over and asked if he could steal his wife away from me, so I let him. I then went back to my post at the door and tried to recollect what had just happened.

At the end of the night, all of the guests went home and the security team gathered in the hall to talk about whether we'd seen any suspicious characters or not. Since none of us had, we were dismissed.

I started walking to my room, but was stopped at the bottom of the staircase by Lauren.

She said rather cheerfully, "I saw you dancing with the queen, should I be worried?"

Then I replied, "Do you want to be?"

She smiled and started fiddling with the buttons on my jacket, "Are you coming to bed soon?"

"Umm…no, not tonight, sorry."

She moved her hands to my tie and started stroking it seductively, "Are you sure?"

"Uh…yes. I have some…thinking to do."

"About her?"

"Yes…no!"

"Oh I understand, Joey, you shouldn't be ashamed, she's a wonderful woman. It's just too bad you don't have a chance with her."

I looked away from her and she stroked my face, "Well you've always got me."

With that, she kissed my cheek and skipped up the stairs to her room. I then went back to my own room to do some thinking.

Why I think I'm in love with the Queen:

She is attractive, witty, beautiful, smart, gorgeous, mysterious, charming, wears sexy underwear, has a fantastic body, likes some of the same things I do, is nice to be around, a sight for sore eyes, someone I enjoy flirting with.

Now that I've written it out like that, I'm thinking that perhaps I only like the outer layer of her. Maybe I'm not in love. Maybe I just like the way she looks. But if that's the case, then why do I think about her more than my own girlfriend?

5/5/72

I've come to the conclusion that I only think I love her because I can't have her. She's too good for me. Nobody's ever been too good for me until now.

Note to self: Must lower standards and stop thinking about the queen.

Pros (reasons we should be together):

We're both good looking, it seems as if we both enjoy hot nights of passionless sex, we'd look perfect together, she's obviously not in love with her husband and I'm not in love with my girlfriend, we get along great, we have a lot in common, she smells nice, we dance well together, we share jokes, I'm in love with her.

Great! I've said it again! Why don't I just give in to myself now and just admit it? I love the queen! I love the queen! I LOVE THE QUEEN!

Moving along:

Cons (reasons we shouldn't be together):

Her status and background are far more superior than mine, she may not return my feelings, there'd be a national scandal, she has children to worry about, she's already married, she's the queen.

Pros and cons; where would we be without them?

6/5/72

I honestly don't know what to do about my new-found feelings towards her. I can't exactly go up to her and tell her how I feel because she'd probably have me thrown out of the country, but I can't exactly not tell her because I go weak at the knees every time I see her. This afternoon for example, she asked me to accompany her on a walk around the grounds and I almost tripped over my own feet when I caught a whiff of her. Her scent is heavenly; lavender this month. I walked beside her and tried to sniff her hair whenever she turned to look at something. It was quite embarrassing when she was explaining something and I got carried away by the smell. She asked me if I was paying attention and I said I was, but she didn't believe me. How can I pay attention to her when she smells so good?

I should write into one of those teen magazines and find out what their opinion on the subject is. Or maybe not.

I should try to forget about her to stop myself from falling deeper and deeper in love. Or I could just walk up to her and kiss her, then await her reaction.

Then again…perhaps I should just sleep on it.

A/N: The princes didn't go to the ball because the oldest one is only 12 and it didn't seem appropriate to have them in there (for once I actually didn't forget about them lol).

I now have some of this story worked out now. I know what's going to happen in the next chapter and in the last one (whenever that may be). FYI: Emperor's Waltz is a great song. I had something else to say but forgot it.