24/1/85

Clarisse has spent the past two days mourning for her son even though he isn't even dead, he just abdicated and she won't get to see him as often. The king has been supporting her through it, which is a good thing, but the jealousy is driving me insane. I can't stand seeing them together, even though that's the way it should be.

Nothing much happened today at the palace, however I did see the king and queen riding their horses together. It seems he has more time for her now, but I personally think he's just trying to fill the void that both of his sons left. He doesn't have to give them Prince Lessons anymore, so he has more time for his wife.

I…oh wait, I hear someone knocking at my door. Be right back…

Oh god!

The person at my door was Clarisse, she asked me if I would come join her for a walk to the west tower so we could have a chat and I asked her if instead she wanted to come into my room and talk. She leaned to the right and looked as if she were trying to find something, well she must have spotted whatever it was because she said, "Uh no, thankyou, I think I'll just go up the tower by myself and do some…thinking or something. Goodnight."

I looked behind me and then back at her, "Is there something in here that you're afraid of?"

Her voice started trembling, "N-n-n-no, how dare you suggest such things."

"What is it? Is it this?" I said, pointing to a painting on the wall, "Or this?"

I walked around the entire room asking her what it was that she was afraid of, but apparently it wasn't any of the things I had pointed out. I noticed that she was looking at the wardrobe in a frightened manner, so I walked over to it and asked, "This?"

"I-I-I have to go now, if you'll excuse me…"

I ran over and grabbed her arm, pulling her inside and shutting the door, "You're afraid of this? Why?"

She clung to my arm and hid behind me as I opened the door, "There's nothing in here to be afraid of…" I decided to then tease her, "RAAAH!"

She jumped up in fright and then hit my arm, "That's not funny!"

"You should have seen your face, I…Clarisse, what's wrong?"

She was almost in tears.

"What's wrong? I was only joking."

"It's not you…That wardrobe simply scares me. It used to be mine when I was a girl, I got so scared at night when I went to bed because I always suspected that there was some kind of monster in there or something. I don't know why I kept it for so long…"

I put my arms around her and told her that I'd dispose of it first thing in the morning and she thanked me for caring.

I led her to the couch and sat her in my lap, holding her thighs with one hand and supporting her back with the other. She kissed my now-bald head and stared at me with a shocked sort of expression on her face. She kissed my temple, my cheek, then finally my mouth. She put her hands on my chest and slowly pushed me into a lying down position while continuing to devour my mouth with hers. I started caressing her back and running my hands through her long golden hair. The kissing became so intense that I almost fell off the couch. She quickly got off me and led me over to the bed where we continued touching and tasting each other. I placed a hand on her breast, which made her sigh and she started to breath deeper. I used my spare hand to search through the bedside drawers in hopes of finding some form of protection. I couldn't find anything in the drawer, so I asked her to wait a minute, then went to search the bathroom.

I was in there for about seven minutes before I found anything, except it was just a wrapper. I took a deep breath and slowly walked out, ready to give her the disappointing news.

I almost died when I saw what she was wearing under her silky dressing gown; it was that same skimpy little black outfit that she was wearing the time I walked in on her all those years ago. If I were holding anything at the time, I would have dropped it.

Since she had put on a little weight over the past few years, the outfit was really tight on her, which made her even more appealing.

I made my way over to her and sat on the side of the bed, "I'm sorry Clarisse, as much as I want this, I can't do it. Not tonight."

She came up behind me and put her hands on my chest, "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to risk getting you pregnant."

"Oh Joseph, always the gentleman, but it's not as if that's even possible. Have you ever heard of this needle that woman can get every three months? It prevents pregnancy by sacrificing your period."

I turned around to meet her gaze, "Oh Clarisse!"

"Joseph, call me your majesty…"

"Oh your majesty!"

She pulled me back so I was on top of her and we resumed kissing each other. I licked my way down her neck to her collarbone and started sucking. Her breathing got heavier as did mine when she pushed me back and started kissing her way down my chest, I was loving every moment of it.

Eventually she came back to my level and resumed thrusting her tongue around in my mouth. I rolled her onto her back so that I was on top of her and I carefully removed the outfit she was wearing. Her body was beautiful, so fine, so smooth, so soft. I was preparing to make my entry, but we heard a loud "boom" sound and the room started shaking.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, "It wasn't me that shot."

She laughed and asked me to find out what was going on. I reluctantly peeled myself from her, put my pants on, then walked to the door and opened it. There were people running around everywhere; maids, security guards, servants…

I saw Paul running past my room with his arm around the king, he told me to find the queen and take her down to the basement because somebody had blown up the west tower. The king was in tears because he said that Clarisse had told him she was going up to the tower and that he thought she'd been caught up in the blast. I tried to reassure him that she wasn't up there but he was rushed off downstairs. I quickly ran back inside my room and told Clarisse what was going on, she was in total shock that she could have died if I hadn't made her face her fears and come into my room. I told her to quickly put something on, so she grabbed a shirt from the top of my drawer and slipped it over her body. It went halfway down her thighs, which covered everything that needed to be covered. I noticed that her outfit was hanging from the edge of the bed so I put it in my trouser pocket (in case she wanted to resume wearing it), grabbed my journal and then rushed her out the door. I pulled her along the hallway, down the stairs and into the ballroom where the cellar door was. I then opened it and motioned for her to go inside, she did so and I followed. It was very crowded down there; the king saw us coming down the stairs and immediately rushed over to inspect for any damage that may have been done.

He hugged her, kissed her forehead, shook my hand and led us to a corner. I sat down next to Clarisse on some wooden crates. He had his arm around her shoulder, which made me jealous because I couldn't exactly do the same down here, not with everyone watching.

He then said something that made my ears prick, "Clarisse, darling, what are you wearing? Is that one of my shirts?"

"Uh…yes."

"What are you wearing it for? Are you wearing anything underneath it?"

He lifted up the bottom ever so slightly, but she immediately slapped his hand away and smoothed out the material, "I'm wearing it because I happen to like the smell."

He sniffed it and I froze, "It doesn't smell like me, are you sure it's mine?"

"I'm not actually, the maids sometimes mix up your shirts with other peoples' so…"

Good, thinking Clarisse.

I relaxed myself and noticed that Paul was waving me over to him. I excused myself and went over to him.

"Where did you find her?"

"Who?"

"Her majesty."

"Oh, her majesty, I…I found her in the garden."

"And she was wearing that?"

"Yes."

"Joseph, you may not be aware of this, but I've noticed you wear the same type of shirt every day and that the one she's wearing is indeed one of yours."

"She was in the shower, alright, I was embarrassed about going into her bathroom to get her while she was naked, so I took off my shirt and let her wear it."

"You weren't wearing a shirt at the time I told you to find her."

"I put one on before I left."

"Her majesty wasn't in their suite at the time of the attack."

"I told you she was having a shower."

"In whose bathroom?"

"Okay, she wasn't having a shower."

"Joseph, might I remind you that a good working relationship is based on trust?"

"I know that, sir. Sorry, sir."

"So where was she really?"

"In my room, we were talking."

"Talking without clothes on?"

I gave him a quick smile and he patted me on the back, "It happens to the best of us."

He started to go into security details after that, which was a huge relief on my part because I didn't want anyone overhearing what we were really doing in my room.

I made eye contact with Clarisse and smiled. She was now wearing Rupert's jacket and talking to him about god knows what, so I decided to sit down and write my journal while waiting for this attack to die down. I can hear the police sirens outside and the guns going off, trying to shoot down the helicopter that dropped the bomb.

I think I have to go and assess the situation, being second-in-command and all. Ciao!

School holidays are over! That means possible slower updates. R & R.

Quick question: Who thought they were going to do it?