Celebratorily is a word I thought existed but found out didn't, so I decided to put it in my story anyway :P you can figure out what it means...celebrate...celebratory...celebratorily

20/1/85 – 11:50pm

Well it's final, Philippe has decided to follow his mother's "wonderful" example and is divorcing Helen as soon as the baby is born. Until then, he is going to live with her in America and make the most of his last few months with the woman he loves. Clarisse is secretly happy about it – I can see it in her eyes – but of course she would never admit it.

She and I almost did something very unlawful tonight when she came to see me. I heard her sneak in at about 10pm, which was a little early if you ask me and she slipped into my bed, but instead of climbing in beside me, she climbed on top of me. I thought she was just climbing over me because she wanted to sleep on the other side, but no, she wanted something else.

"Joseph," she said, "you know this is our last night together in this country."

"Mmm?"

"I was thinking we could have some fun before we travel back to that wretched place of rules and regulations."

My eyes widened and I started breathing heavily, thinking, 'Is she going to seduce me?"

"Your Majesty…I…uh…oh!…oh!…OH MY GOD!"

She ran her hand from my neck, down my chest and around my pubic region. That's what the "OH MY GOD!" was for.

My breathing got heavier as she started groping my inner thighs and I couldn't help but let out a loud sigh, she smiled and disappeared under the blanket. I asked her what she was doing, but soon realised when I felt her tongue on my skin. She stayed down there for a while, but eventually I felt her tongue slowly licking its was up my body and into my mouth. It was an exhilarating experience and I didn't want it to end, but strangely enough I heard a knock on the door. Clarisse quickly rolled off me and continued rolling until she was underneath the bed.

As the door opened I tried to recompose myself and soon found the prince standing in the doorway.

"Your Highness?"

"Joseph have you seen my mother? She was celebratorily drinking schnapps in her suite and I thought she'd had enough, so I left to get her a glass of orange juice and when I came back she was gone."

I paused for a minute realising that I had almost accidentally taken advantage of a drunken woman, and not just any drunken woman, the queen!

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen her…have you checked the garden?"

"Yes I've checked everywhere…hey, you're the one who's supposed to be looking after her, so could you please help me find her? Sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, but she could be in real danger."

"Oh, sure, sure, I'll be out in a minute," then I heard a bump on the floor and said, "a minute or two."

Philippe exited the room, so I leaned my head down under the bed to see Clarisse. She was unconscious (cough, passed out, cough), so I put my pants on and helped her up.

I thought it was a good thing that she didn't get around to removing her clothes because otherwise I would have had to dress her! Wait a minute: I could have dressed her?

Anyway, I carefully lifted her up and made sure nobody was outside my door before I sneaked her out and carried her to her suite.

When I placed her in bed, I kissed her forehead and barely whispered, "Why didn't you tell me you were drunk?"

I couldn't believe I didn't taste it on her breath, I thought she tasted like strawberries and cream, just like she did 13 years ago. I wonder how far we would have gotten if he didn't walk in. I would have been so ashamed if I didn't find out that she was under the influence and I…

Oh well, best get some rest; we leave for Genovia in 6 hours!

21/1/85

Back on the plane once again, although I get to travel with Clarisse this time because Philippe isn't coming back until...well you know the story.

Before stepping on the plane she said to me in a very low voice, "Last night didn't happen."

I stood there thinking, 'So she remembered! Wait a minute, how could she remember?', then I nodded my head and followed her up the steps, stopping as she waved to the few people who turned up to see her off. I stood behind her as she waved and noticed that the air that was blowing from her smelt like (instead of Chanel) Calvin Klein and not just any Calvin Klein, my Calvin Klein. So that's how she knew she did something with me, even if she didn't know exactly what.

The plane ride has so far been uneventful – the woman who's serving our drinks is really pretty and keeps winking at me. I keep expecting her to stop at the toilets and give me that look which says, "You, me, this cubical, two minutes", but so far, I haven't had any luck. I've spent the whole time sitting across from Clarisse attempting to draw her face, but I've been failing miserably. I think she's starting to suspect that I'm up to something because every time I look at her to see if I've been drawing her nose correctly or something, she gives me a curious look. I'm expecting her to say something, but so far she hasn't, she just keeps looking up from her "Romeo and Juliet" novel - which I can tell is actually just a woman's magazine with a sophisticated cover on it – and then looking back down to it.

I wonder…uh oh, she's coming over…

2 mins later…

Well, she thinks about as much of my drawing of her as I do, she said it looked like Penelope Keith on smack. I screwed up the piece of paper and tossed it aside, because surely the "beauty" of my drawing was no match for the beauty of herself.

5 mins later…

I talked to the pilot and he says we should be landing in about 4 hours…goodie!

7 hours later…

Too tired to write, nothing to write about – goodnight.

22/1/85

I heard Clarisse tell his majesty about how Philippe has decided to give up Helen and he's been silent ever since. I think he's sad that his son gave up on his one chance to be happy, I also suspect that he must have also given up his chance to be happy and that that's why he wanted him to stay with her, because he missed out…however that's only what I think, I have no source that tells me it's true, so for now it's just a thought.

I had tea with Clarisse today; we talked about nothing as usual and then went for a walk afterwards.

Lauren, whom I haven't seen in almost two weeks came to me earlier and said, "I missed you."

And I said, "I would have missed me too!"

I didn't feel comfortable having her touch me, well not after I'd felt the magic of the queen. The woman had magic hands and a magic tongue, Lauren couldn't compare to her, so I just told her that I was really tired and she's just sleeping by my side…something tells me she didn't need any Joseph tonight anyway.

23/1/85

Well Pierre abdicated today, much to Clarisse's displeasure, and joined the church. He announced it in front of the press at noon, then he had one last meal with his parents and left.

I can still hear Clarisse crying over him, she just ran down the hall and is no doubt heading towards the west tower. I know I should follow her and offer comfort or sympathy, but I just can't be bothered today, besides, I think the king just went after her.