Someone’s Someone

by Curious Girl

I've always been someone's someone. I will always be known as the sister of. The sister of the wonder child; the sister of the Nobel prize laureate; the sister of Princess Anastasia of Romanov; the sister of the next Queen of England; the sister of the Olympian... and the daughter of Troy and Gabriella Bolton. But I am so much more. I am Josephine Bolton.

48. Chapter 48

Modernising the monarchy: How King Charles' nuclear decision changes the firm forever!

King Charles dropped a nuclear bomb to mark the beginning of the new decade. With announcing the HRH being cut off of most royal family members, creating a 'freer' life for the rest of the royals and announcing the Duke and Duchess of Clarence, the world has been shocked but also wondering who's behind the new titles.

After a few hours of waiting, right before Big Ben rang in the New Year, the secrecy around the Duke and Duchess of Clarence was unveiled: Josephine Bolton and her husband Oliver Bolton! The couple have not only been appointed to Their Royal Highnesses The Duke and Duchess of Clarence but also have the jobs of president and vice-president of the Queen's Commonwealth Trust!

The newly Duke and Duchess have not yet commented on their new jobs and their website ClarenceRoyal. uk hasn't launched yet but it is clear that things will change within the firm.

Are Josephine and Oliver going to bring the monarchy forward or will this be the downfall?

THE QUEEN'S COMMONWEALTH TRUST

On behalf of the Queen's Commonwealth Trust, Their Royal HighnessesThe Duke and Duchess of Clarence are visiting Tanzania and Mauritius in their roles of the president and vice-president.

The Duke and Duchess will arrive on Mauritius on January the 1st of 2050 and commute to Tanzania, where they will realise various projects in the name of the Commonwealth Trust over the next nine weeks. In addition The Duke and Duchess will visit various organisations and charities on Mauritius.

Their Royal Highnesses will stay at Château de Labourdonnais on Mauritius during their stay and commute between both countries.

For more information please visit clarenceroyal. uk and the website of the Queen's Commonwealth Trust.

Royal Tour Planning Process - What Happens on a Royal Tour Who Pays For It

In honour of Josie and Oli's first trip to East Africa, we break down the planning process. The Duke and Duchess of Clarence just arrived in East Africa for their nine week tour. The couple will commute between Mauritius and Tanzania. In both countries, the couple will help realise projects from The Queen's Commonwealth Trust. But what does it take to pull off a trip of this scale? Here's how it all breaks down:

Royal tours can take up to a year to plan, and are either instigated by the U.K. government, or by an invitation from the host country. The itinerary is put together based on whatever matters of national importance the host government would like to draw attention to, while also incorporating some of the visiting royal's personal interests. Once the itinerary is agreed upon, members of the royal party's team travel out to the destination to figure out exactly how everything will work - from travel time to dress codes, camera angles, and the best place for the royal cavalcade to pull up.

A list will be compiled of all the people the royal party will meet, and matters of cultural requirements and etiquette discussed. Venue plans are drawn up to illustrate where everyone will stand, sit, enter and exit. All of the information is distilled down into a "tour bible" as thick and glossy as a magazine. Meanwhile an advance team of Royal Protection Service officers - a special division of London's Metropolitan Police Service - will visit to figure out all security matters and liaise with their local counterpoints. Back in the U.K., the royals go through the itinerary with their team so they fully understand what is happening at each engagement and why. Wardrobe is of the utmost importance. Adhering to dress codes means that for some countries hemlines, sleeve-lengths, and necklines need to be considered. On a practical level, temperatures are key. How much walking is there, and what kind of terrain?

Men may need tie pins, medals, sashes, and handkerchiefs. Women often pay respect to the country with a national flower or symbol incorporated into their clothing. Symbolic colours are chosen, significant jewellery decided upon. There will also be spare outfits lined up in case anything is damaged or lost.

Last minute briefings are given on the plane, and the royals will change out of traveling clothes into their outfits at the last minute to avoid wrinkling or spills.

When the Prince and Princess of Wales visited Canada with their children back in the days, they took a team of 12: William's private secretary Miguel Head and assistant private secretary Laura Baker, Kate's private secretary Rebecca Deacon, stylist Natasha Asher and hairdresser Amanda Cook-Tucker, tour secretary Kate Mager, an operations manager who helped with logistics such as loading luggage, and nanny Maria Borrallo. There was also their Press Secretary Jason Knauf, and three other press officers who ensure smooth communications with the hundreds of home and foreign press on the ground, and also handle the social media accounts.

Josie and Oli have a similar crew with them including private secretaries, program and logistics coordinators, but no stylists of any sort!

The U.K. government usually covers the cost of the international flights that the royal party and their team require in getting to and from the country they're visiting, but the host nation covers the majority of costs. The theory goes that they have invited the royal party to visit, and the resulting publicity will showcase their country as a tourist destination and draw positive attention to causes and initiatives.

They actually don't really get much free time to themselves. Royal tours used to span months, but these days it's more economical to cover more engagements in less time, so the royals will never be away longer than two weeks, and customarily they attend around four engagements a day.

However not so the Clarences. They chose to do a nine week trip as their first royal engagement. The costs will be astronomical!

Usually there will be a few car trips involved each day, and sometimes there will be a flight between one country and another - on rare occasions there might even be more than one flight. The exception again? The Clarences, who are commuting between Mauritius and Tanzania several times a week. Just think about the carbon footprint they're creating!

Starts can be early, so they can get on the road, and in the evenings there are gala receptions. On tours of longer than a week, there will usually be one morning or afternoon where the royal party can catch their breath, but the week-long ones are a whirlwind from start to finish.

The gifts are received in an official capacity, so they are all carefully logged and packed. A list of gifts that each member of the family has received on overseas tours is released publicly every year. Some of the gifts will be stored, and others will be used in royal homes. A pair of crane birds made from recycled car parts that were received by Prince Charles on one African visit stand in a place of pride by a lake in his grounds at Highgrove. Flowers are perishable, and so some are used to decorate the royal quarters where they are staying, and the rest are gifted to local hospitals.

It is unknown how many gifts The Clarences have yet received and will receive during their trip.

Duke and Duchess of Carbon Emission: Why Josephine and Oliver started their royal journey off wrong!

Environmental campaigners have accused the Duke and Duchess of Clarence of hypocrisy after the couple used private jets to fly from Mauritius to Tanzania while doing charitable work in the name of the Commonwealth Trust. For the last two months, ever since the announcement that Josephine and Oliver would be joining the Royals, the couple has been commuting between the paradise and the third world country. Every week the couple would fly to Tanzania twice, on Mondays and Fridays. The flight time was three hours in one way.

While Their Royal Highnesses stated on their website ClarenceRoyal .uk, they'd be using their family's jet for the flights, the carbon footprint is nevertheless very much there. Every commute created 5.3 t of CO2 in one way, which over the last eight weeks cumulated to a shocking 593.6 t of CO2!

Critics argue that Oliver and Josephine's actions contradict their public stance on climate change, given aviation is one of the world's major polluters and is responsible for more than 2% of global emissions. The environmental footprint of a private jet is also much greater than that of a commercial plane.

Lucy Gilliam, the aviation and shipping officer from the campaign group Transport and Environment, told CNN that the royals flying private planes "sends the wrong message". "Private jets are similar to commercial jets except they fly with less people, so therefore the footprint (per person) is much higher," Gilliam explained. "Private jets consume 10 times more per person than commercial jets," she said. Gilliam said it was "valid to point out the hypocrisy of the royal families and celebrities" when it comes to their travel habits. "It is about high time that celebrities and people who consider themselves knowledgeable about this issue actually turn to look at their own individual behaviours," she added. "If we're serious about tackling climate change we have to be serious... We're not going to solve this problem if the elite are not going to change their behaviour."

Royal expert Richard Fitzwilliams argued that given their status, Josephine and Oliver could not be expected to fly on commercial airlines. However, he added that the couple need to be aware of how it would be perceived publicly, given the royal family's campaigns. "You expect them to travel private, but that clashes with their mission to help save the planet," Fitzwilliam told CNN. "They must expect the criticism if they're preachy on climate change."

The royal family was criticised in June last year after the its annual financial statement that it had doubled its carbon footprint from business travel.

In 2049 emissions from the family's international trips soared by 200% to 3,374 tonnes, compared to 1,687 tonnes in 2048. But Josie and Oliver made sure that the emissions just soared to an all-time high!

The official statement said the travel emissions were higher "due to higher usage of chartered large fixed wing aircraft for foreign business travel."

With their actions the Clarences could essentially harm their in-law and the heir family's reputation. The firm has to act united with the King leading the way.

Except the Clarences haven't understood that yet.

Clarence House declined to comment when approached by us.

Josephine and Oliver branded hypocrites for using private jets

Former royal protection officer Ryan White on Thursday joined environmentalists and MPs in criticising the couple for having double standards. "During my time at the palace most of the flights we took were commercial on British Airways, the national carrier," said White, who protected Princess Diana and William and Harry during the 90s. "BA were always very helpful with VIP departures and keeping the flights out of the press. I never had a problem with Diana, William and Harry on the numerous holidays we took to the Caribbean. We always flew commercial; in fact I don't remember flying private. It's no guarantee that the security is any better. You're better off with BA security because they're used to working with VIPs."

White continued, "Frankly it is hypocritical. The Duke and Duchess of Oxford can't be preaching about the catastrophic effects of climate change whilst The Duchess' sister and her husband, who have just joined the Royal Family in the most controversial way, are jetting around the world on a private plane. It's all well and good standing up and preaching but I think the public will see this as hypocritical. Why put another plane in the air when you could go commercial."

The cost of the trips, allegedly in the name of the Commonwealth Trust, is also likely to irk some of the British public. While Josephine and Oliver have said they covered the cost of the luxury mansion they're allegedly staying in on Mauritius, taxes paid by the British taxpayer still cover the cost of their protection officers, just as they did for Prince Louis' recent holiday to Mustique. While the Clarences said on their website they'd be paying for protection themselves, very little Britains believe that. The cost of one year of royal protection officers could cost the couple up to 20 million pounds! Thus, many believe that the Prince of Wales is privately funding their lifestyle behind the scenes.

According to local newspapers the privacy-conscious Clarences also employed a team of five Tanzanian police protection officers on the ground in Tanzania to take them to their destination and keep the trip below the radar.

When contacted by Vanity Fair Clarence House declined to comment.

Inside The Duke and Duchess of Clarence's private jet

The Duke and Duchess of Clarence have been accused of hypocrisy having previously spoken of 'making a difference' to the future of the planet and the need for 'urgent intervention' only to then increase their own carbon footprint through the use of numerous private jets over the course of three months. Now images have revealed the luxury they enjoy inside the 12-seater plane including plush seats, spreads of fine cuisine, huge bathrooms and personal television monitors. The Cessna 680 Citation Sovereign plane, which can hit top speeds of 592mph, also has spacious bathrooms big enough for passengers to change clothes and LED lighting which has a dimmer switch for passenger comfort. The plane, which costs around 15million, has room for 12 passengers but also carries a heavy carbon footprint, with each of the Royals flights creating a footprint of more than three tonnes - seven times more carbon emissions per person than a commercial flight

Sources told Katie Jenson that the Duke and Duchess are 'moving on and riding above the storm' and are instead focused on 'bigger things' like the work in the name of The Commonwealth Trust that they've been doing on Mauritius and in Tanzania. 'They're not wasting time or energy on the row over the private jets, instead they're getting very excited about the charitable work they have been doing in the last weeks,' the source said.

Another added: 'As far as they are concerned it's a storm that will blow over. They are focused on bigger things right now.'

However the official spokesman of the couple, Asher Smith, has confirmed their flights were carbon neutral by making the 'appropriate contribution' to a carbon footprint fund: "To support Their Royal Highnesses' commitment to the environment, we ensured their flights were carbon neutral, by making the appropriate contribution to Carbon Footprint."

On social media earlier this week he wrote: 'I am deeply distressed by today's distorted and malicious account in the press surrounding the Duke and Duchess of Clarence's work in the name of The Commonwealth Trust.' He added the couple wanted to work 'incognito' to stay away from the 'unnecessary press intrusion' that consequently followed the shocking announcement from King Charles that two commoners would be joining the Royal Family with an HRH prefix, the titles of The Duke and Duchess of Clarence and jobs as the president and vice-president of the Commonwealth Trust.

Clarence House has so far declined to comment on Josie and Oli's trips.

Eight weeks later:

Josephine

I hammer the last nail into the wall before hanging up the last painting that I finished painting yesterday evening. It shows a female Southern Yellow-billed Hornbill, which locals call here the flying banana. It reminds me of Zazu from my favourite Disney movie, The Lion King. I can't believe I am now in the country where it took place. Africa is so stunning! Tanzania is the largest country in East Africa that's slightly south of the equator. It's a natural paradise with over 55 million people living here. Its large variety of nature is overwhelming and includes the Serengeti and Selous Nature Reserves, the snow-covered Kilimanjaro and the spice island of Zanzibar in the Indian Ocean. It is a country of superlatives that originated in 1964 as a result of the union of two independent countries, Tanganika and Zanzibar. On the slopes of Meru and Kilimanjaro, coffee, maize, bananas and vegetables are grown and then offered for sale at various markets. Due to its fertile volcanic soil the entire region has been used for agriculture since the middle of the nineteenth century by both the Arusha Massai and Meru tribes. The Arusha National Park is one of the most beautiful parks in Africa and its green forests are a perfect playground for the countless monkeys that live there. Around twenty million years ago its landscape was created due to volcanic activity and wonderful craters were formed as well as impressive volcanic cones. The swampy forest on the slopes of the Rift Valley features more than thirty different varieties of tree, an impressive area that offers distant views across fascinating and untouched nature and for the many wealthy tourists who spend their money in the region there are various special locations that provide excellent accommodation. The origins of the Selous Game Reserve date back to German colonial times at the beginning of the twentieth century. Later, under British rule, they were united into a large protected area. Tanzania is a natural paradise that is still known by only a few. An exotic country and one that is still waiting to be explored.

I wish this light that we're going to shine on the country will help it's economy. People need to visit this magnificent country. From its breathtaking flora and fauna to the heart warming people that live here, it's worth more than just one trip.

Opening the first kindergarten of the Commonwealth Trust in Tanzania feels so right and I feel so honoured to be doing this. Tanzania joined the Commonwealth in 1961, 33 years before The Lion King premiered. Just yesterday we visited Simba Rocks in the Serengeti. It was absolutely breathtaking, a moment I will never forget.

"Oh, that's a new painting."

I turn around at my husband's voice. "Painted that after our trip yesterday. I thought it was quite fitting."

"Is that Zazu?" Oliver's dressed in a white linen shirt and beige linen slacks that he rolled up a bit. It's incredibly hot, but here in the kindergarten there's a functioning A/C. It just took us a little over two months to build this kindergarten and a school from scratch. It has enough space for 500 children from the locals. There's a well not too far away, that's fully functioning now. Before we arrived there was nothing here. No running water. No electricity. No buildings. Nothing. The nearest hospital was a day worth walk away from this town. A farmers market was three hours away. There's wildlife around here but also lots of sand and dust. The people here live off of what they grow. A new hospital, about thirty minutes away by feet, is being improvised for now in tents, but soon there's going to be a fully working hospital as well. With working electricity, running water and all the appliances and medications needed.

All in the name of the Commonwealth Trust.

All in the name of Their Royal Highnesses The Duke and Duchess of Clarence.

I chuckle, "They call the bird flying banana here."

He grabs my hands, "The royal rota is going to be here soon."

I nod, feeling my heart racing in my chest. We've been hiding in Africa since the announcement of our titles, our jobs at the Commonwealth Trust and our joining to the firm. As stated on our website, we will give the royal rota full and exclusive access to our work and today's the second time. The first time it was a weekend forum held at Balmoral Castle in December, before the news broke. The royal rota had to sign a NDA so they wouldn't write about it until the announcement of The King. We've had a team from BBC here that documented our time here because as I've said to His Majesty, we plan to bring out yearly documentaries about the work that has been done in the Commonwealth. The footage filmed so far is focused on the people and their struggles here in Tanzania and not on us, which is exactly how we want this to be. I don't need two hours of Oliver and me hammering nails into walls, tiling floors or painting walls. A few seconds, a few snippets of us talking to the locals is enough. It's about them, not us.

And now it's late February. The public didn't know where we were until we announced our first projects a week into January. We used our official office, which is set at Hampton Court Palace, to announce that we wouldn't have public engagements until the 9th of March, the Commonwealth Day. We have barely been snapped by paparazzi because frankly, no one really cares who we are here in Africa, one of the most beautiful countries I've ever been. Chestnut House, our official residence at Hampton Court Palace, is not quite finished yet. Marco, our interior designer and my Daddy's friend, said that it will be done in a few days, just when we're set to arrive back for the Commonwealth Service which is being held at Westminster Abbey. I can't wait to see the finished house, our home. But I also don't want to leave this place. I fell in love with Africa, so maybe it's good that we're the President and Vice-president of the Commonwealth Trust. Because that means lots of tours, lots of projects like the one in Tanzania. Lots of good.

I never thought I'd say this but becoming the Duke and Duchess of Clarence was the best thing that happened to me. I feel even more at peace and happiness than in Rio. And Oliver feels just the same. He has spent the time in our lunch breaks to play soccer with the children from the locals, while I was painting in a tent with a few girls and boys. We cooked for the people here to bring them closer to our culture and vice versa. We learned so much, we grew so much... but the bump grew the most. Maybe because we finally had some time to relax, some time without any problems, without any stress. It still looks more like bloating than an actual bump but in the evenings, our twins really like to show themselves so that's when I have almost a proper bump.

The time here has been magical. Absolutely magical.

I run my fingers through his short blond hair and straighten the collar of his shirt. Then I wipe away some dirt from his left cheek. "Okay, you can face the cameras looking like that."

My husband grins. Just like me, he has developed quite a tan over the last two months. The bronzed look makes his green eyes sparkle even more. His blond hair has gotten lighter by the sun, the beach blonde is now a very light honey blonde. "What about you?"

I'm dressed in the same way as him, only my clothes are maternity wear. The beige linen trousers have an elastic in the waistband, so I hope I can rewear them a few times before needing to buy a new one. I'm planing to wear lots of maxi dresses in the summer, so I can wear the dresses after giving birth as well. The white linen blouse is oversized, so there's still room for the bump to grow. Just like Oliver, the sleeves of my trousers and blouse are rolled up. The sneakers that he is wearing are made by a local shoemaker. Just like the wedges that I am wearing. I haven't worn heels in two months and it feels a bit strange. Especially with the weight that I'm carrying now in front of my belly. The colourful bracelets around our right wrists were gifts from the children. They have the colours of Tanzania's flag, blue, green and black. "I'm good." I answer him with a smile on my lips. Today's the first day in two months that I've put on makeup. I haven't even worn mascara in the last eight weeks, not even when we were filming. My hair didn't see a blow dryer until this morning. I felt free, at peace with myself and utterly happy.

No wonder the bump grew exponentially.

I don't even know if we can hide the pregnancy until our first official engagement in London in a week. The loose linen fabric hides the 21 week old bump. We're now at the size of a carrot each.

I like my two carrots very much.

"Are we still announcing the pregnancy after the Commonwealth Service?"

I nod, "The loose shirt is doing a good job at hiding it right now. I'm going to wear a rather fitted coat dress for the occasion."

"Okay." He pulls on the edges of my white linen shirt before smiling. "Ready?"

"No."

"Well, too bad because they're coming now." Oliver smirks before kissing me quickly as footsteps approach us.

Seven different journalists walk into the kindergarten with each a cameraman and a photographer. The playroom we're in is suddenly crowded with the press. We've got The Daily Express, The Daily Mail, The Daily Mirror, The Evening Standard, The Telegraph, The Times and The Sun.

I gulp, time to put on the Duchess mask. "Good morning, everyone!" I greet them with the brightest smile before shaking all the hands.

"Good morning, Your Royal Highnesses." One man says with a British accent. I haven't heard a proper British accent in two months. It feels bloody good!

"I hope the ride here wasn't too bumpy." Oliver starts doing small talk with the press like he has done this his whole life while he shakes hands with all the press people as well.

"Oh, no it was quite fascinating. We saw a group of elephants on the way." A brunette answer's my husband's question.

"The kindergarten is really colourful. I love all these paintings of African animals. Especially the lion in the hallway and this bird." A journalist from The Evening Standard points at my painting of yellow-billed hornbill. "It looks like the bird from the Lion King!"

"Zazu!" A red haired photographer grins at me. "One of my favourite Disney movies."

That makes me smile. "Mine as well. Oliver and I saw one the other day. It's why I painted it."

"You painted it?" This time the question comes from a cameraman that shoots for Daily Express.

"Not just that. She painted all the paintings that hang in the building. As well as the wallpainting in the kitchen." Oliver says with a proud smile on his lips. "The people here call Zazu the flying banana because of it's yellow bill."

"You're exceptionally talented, Your Royal Highness." A redhead compliments me and I blush.

"Can we quote you, Your Royal Highness?" A journalist from The Telegraph asks Oliver.

My husband looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

I try very hard to not roll my eyes but fail in the end. "Yes. You may quote him." I lick my lips, "But then you may also reveal that Oliver helped build the foundation of the kindergarten and school. He was on the building site nearly everyday and helped where he could." While I stayed on Mauritius and visited homeless shelters but I decide to not tell them that.

My husband's grin drops.

I stick out my tongue. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him until the bump touches his abs. The look in his eyes and the smile on his lips take my breath away.

For a moment, the world stands still.

And then we hear the cameras starting to click like racing horses.

Shit!

Oliver lets go of me, "How about we split into two teams so you can each interview us separately, we can give you a tour and explain what the role of the Commonwealth Trust was here?"

I stare at him. He's totally calm, cool like they didn't just catch us in this intimate moment. He's switched over to being an ambassador of the Queen's Commonwealth Trust, a representative of His Majesty, faster than me!

Maybe we really are cut out for this. Maybe this is our destiny.

With all the sticks and stones that are being thrown in our way. But at least it's a path we're walking together.

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Living in luxury while others suffer! How the Clarences are spending their HOLIDAY ON MAURITIUS!

The Duke and Duchess of Clarence have been hiding on Mauritius ever since the announcement of them joining the Royal Family. While they claim to be doing charitable work in Tanzania, they actually are spending their time on the stunning luxury island of Mauritius, which has been a royal hotspot ever since The Duke and Duchess of Oxford spent part of their honeymoon there. The Clarences are even staying at the same palace as the Duke and Duchess of Oxford did. While they commute between both countries, on private jets as previously reported, it's been said that they actually lay around in the sun all day! Locals have spotted the couple driving around the island on bicycles and eating in luxury restaurants or partying on private boats.

The Royal Rota, that's allowed to cover their work exclusively, are allegedly left in the dark about what the Clarences are really doing most of the time. An insider revealed that the Rota gets an email every evening which shows the schedule of the Clarences, often at the other end of the island in a luxurious neighbourhood. They're also travelling with local police officers whenever they're in Tanzania or in Mauritius.

Are the taxpayers really allowing their hard working money run down the drain?

Soldiers of Misfortune: How the Duke and Duchess of Clarence raised awareness on famine relief!

The Sunday Times can exclusively reveal that the Duke and Duchess of Clarence visited a refugee camp at the northern border of Tanzania. The camp consisted of over 50 thousand people fighting for their lives on daily basis. Their Royal Highnesses came with their security and a team of journalists but they asked to not be filmed with the people. What seemed like a macabre PR move to save the Clarences' reputation turned into a move of helping hands when the couple revealed they arrived with twelve trucks full of medicine and food. In addition, they promised the trucks would not stop coming even after they left. It's a gesture completely separate from the Queen's Commonwealth Trust and privately funded by the Clarences.

The Duke and Duchess met a little boy named Hamid, at 4 years old he weighed 40 pounds. He was born in the Eritrean mountains across the border in Ethiopia and brought to the camp by his Mum who died a day after arrival; he will probably die in a hot tent in a refugee camp in the featureless desert that's between Tanzania and Mozambique. His skin was taut across the sharp bones of his skull, his lips pulled back against his teeth, his eyes bulging. The rigid expression of his face, both frightened and frightening, suggested a ritual mask. Lying on his back, each curved rib, each fragile bone standing out, he seemed impervious to the swarm of black flies that settled on him.

The Duchess didn't hesitate to pull him into his arms but as soon as the cameras turned to them she politely asked for privacy. They wanted the journalists to report on the camp and its issues, but not on the royals.

However this is not how the Royal Rota operates. If you want a story, you have to shed a light on the story by being part of the story. So, the Duchess took things into her own hands - literally.

She asked for a camera and started taking photos of the people living there, fighting for their lives every hour of every single day. While her husband, The Duke of Clarence, rolled up the sleeves of his white linen shirt and got to work. He started distributing food in the food distribution station of the camp and helped out the medical staff however possible while talking to the doctors about their ever growing issues. He didn't want to pull them out of their medical camps and have them waste their time on talking with him rather than helping those in need. He shared a few words with the people who wanted to talk, using his French, English, Portuguese and Swahili skills.

About a century ago, the Western world became abruptly aware of the hunger that had closed in on Ethiopia, the Sudan, Chad, Mozambique and other parts of of the world, but little has actually changed. Since then an unprecedented outpouring of food, money, sympathy and publicity has been directed toward the victims. Yet little attention has been paid to the thousands of men and women who distribute the food, administer the medicines, devise and implement the projects aimed at helping much of Africa lift itself from the quicksand of poverty, illness and starvation into which it has been rapidly sinking.

And that's exactly why The Duke and Duchess chose to make the visit. They wanted to share a light on the poverty and hunger, but also on the thousands of male and female heroes who distribute the food, administer the medicines, devise and implement these projects - the masters of disasters.

The day of their arrival the water digging station that was working for weeks to dig out a well, finally hit the water and a fountain appeared. The kids danced in the water, knowing they'd finally get something to drink now on maybe a daily basis. How long this is going to last for 50 thousand people can not be said. The Duchess snapped some wonderful photos of the dancing kids, catching the moment of pure joy. Afterwards, Their Royal Highnesses talked to the organisers, allegedly to talk about what was needed and the plan to build more water wells.

Before the sun started to set, Their Royal Highnesses got into their silver Range Rover, that was almost red from the sand and drove back to the airport of Dar es Salaam. The visit was kept under wraps until the day of to keep the security risk at a minimum.

Using dying black children to polish their reputation! How Team Clarence ended up at an all time low after just eight weeks of being royals!

With the recent news of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence's visit to a refugee camp in Tanzania, at the borders of Mozambique, many people on social media can't help but cry out that this was nothing but a PR move of Team Clarence, rather than an act of kindness and help. The refugee camp belongs to an affiliated company of Oxfam, whose Instagram shared a few images that were taken by The Duchess, tagging and crediting ClarenceRoyal. ClarenceRoyal has yet to be launched on Instagram. While lots of people expressed their admiration of the beauty and talent of The Duchess, most people were convinced it was a PR move that was strategically planned by Team Clarence to polish their reputation. The images come after the shocking announcement of the King that two commoners would be joining the Royal Family with an HRH title and jobs at the Queen's Commonwealth Trust, an organisation that people believed would have been best suited for The Duke and Duchess of Windsor. Since their joining, the Clarences have been keeping a fairly low profile by hiding in East Africa, but the press even followed them there. There have been numerous sightings of the couple on Mauritius but very little in Tanzania, where they claim to be doing work in the name of the Commonwealth Trust. That rose the idea that the Clarences could perhaps be enjoying a holiday rather than working. Branding names such as hypocrites and Duke and Duchess of Carbon Emissions quickly became the most associated terms when it comes to the newest additions to the family.

Their spokesman Asher denied any PR moves and expressed the deep sadness he felt over such heartbreaking and false accusations. The Clarences distances themselves from any bad will. Asher Smith continued to say that visiting a refugee camp and shining a light on the misery and help that's so badly needed there was part of a documentary about the Clarences' work in Tanzania.

Clarence House denied any comments.

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Oliver

I watch how my wife is dancing with a group of girls, totally ignoring the flashing and rolling cameras around her. The press loves her. The last hours were filled with answering the questions of the press, explaining what the Commonwealth Trust was doing here and why we felt the need to help. Then we opened the kindergarten by cutting a purple silk ribbon with scissors and lots of clapping and cheering from the locals and their kids. It felt strange, but I guess that's part of our official royal duties now. That's the part of the job that gives me a slight stomach ache, but everything else is great.

I'm sitting outside under an umbrella with the locals. Mums and Dads that brought their kids from far away, just so they can learn here. Over the last eight weeks I even learned a few sentences in Swahili, one of the official languages here. The locals here still smirk and laugh at my very Brazilian accent but I don't mind it. I can't believe two months have already come by. Time has flown by so quickly! We both throughly enjoyed our work here, far away from any press. The only photos taken here were by Josephine or a local that was asked to take a photo of the both of us.

I had no idea Africa would be so beautiful. We spent two to three days a week here in Tanzania and the rest on Mauritius, where our official residence is for our time being in Africa. The three hour flight in each direction never once bothered us because we truly enjoy helping the locals. While the kindergarten and the school was getting built, we helped out in the local hospital. I thought the hospitals in the favelas of Rio were bad, but that was nothing compared to what I saw here. People here lack in something as simple as water here, let alone toilets. The hospital was nothing more than a simple tent and a blanket on the floor. The medication there was almost nonexistent. People helped themselves by using what they had found in nature. They made salves from herbs and hoped that would cure a foul tooth or a feasting wound. It looked scary.

It's only one of the reasons why I talked to Josephine about expanding the Commonwealth Trust with a medical centre. People need doctors here, not shamans.

We can't help the whole word, but we can help Tanzania and 53 other commonwealth countries. Step by step, day by day. This is just the start, after we're gone the projects will continue to develop here in Tanzania. Each commonwealth country faces its own problems, that we want to help solving. Mauritius doesn't need help in developing human essential care like other African countries.

Mauritius needs help with fighting poverty in a different way. Homeless shelters, places where the people can shower, eat, get a haircut - simply be a human and not a poor beggar. Compared to the poverty I saw here in Africa, my life in Rocinha was pure luxury. It makes me sick to the core.

But seeing Josephine so happy makes my heart nearly burst out of love for her. We both knew becoming the Duke and Duchess of Clarence would come with an adjustment period, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. Travelling to Africa, building a school, a kindergarten and helping the locals with their problems is by far one of the best experiences I ever had. My wife clearly shares the joy.

Suddenly her sky blue eyes spot me staring at her. She gives me the most wonderful smile that makes my heart stop beating in my chest for a moment. Her chestnut curls have really grown and curled up even more in the humid weather here. The sun has created natural highlights in her hair, the colour play makes her eyes glow even more. Seeing her so carefree almost makes me want to stay here forever.

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Has Josie Bolton blackmailed her way into the firm?

The shocking announcement of His Majesty shocked the whole United Kingdom and created seismic waves through all commonwealth countries! The public has erupted in shocking statements with the most popular being that Josephine Bolton had allegedly blackmailed the royal family in order to get appointment as Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Clarence.

What is clear, is that Josephine has had one foot in the royal family ever since meeting the former Cambridge three at school, who have since graduated to HRH The Duke of Oxford, HRH The Duchess of Windsor and HRH Prince Louis of Wales. While rumours had been swirling around that Josie and Prince Louis had dated, no photos ever appeared of them as a couple.

The Oxford and Harvard graduate has been working behind the scenes of the Oxford's IG account and setting up their foundation Oxford Royal. The 26 year old has also worked in her family's foundation, the Bolton Foundation.

But what made her climb to social ladder even higher? How did she managed the snatch herself the title of a Duchess paired with an HRH and the head of the Commonwealth Trust? Only Josie knows the real reason - and possibly that mysterious husband of hers.

Exclusive: the reason behind the King's decision!

The Daily Mail can exclusively reveal the real reason behind the King's decision. Cutting the royal family off of the Sovereign Grant was long time planned as a spokesman of Clarence House said. The decision was thoroughly discussed with all members of the Royal Family over the course of last year at different occasions. The Prince and Princess of Wales feel ready to take on more responsibility that comes with preparing to take over the throne in due course. The same applies to The Duke and Duchess of Oxford. The Duke and Duchess of Windsor however plan to focus their time on their twin girls, who have just turned one on Christmas Eve.

The jobs within the Commonwealth Trust have been free ever since Harry and Meghan left to pursue a civil life in North America earlier last year. With the positions being free and Prince Louis enjoying his student life in Scotland, there was no better fit but The Duchess and Duke of Clarence. The Duchess has long been known for her social work without ever needing to make a big announcement about it.

Soon after the reveal of the Clarences, several charities and organisations spoke out to back up the King's decision. They praised Josephine and Oliver for their years long work behind the scenes. The couple has long helped out in local soup kitchens, supported several churches, schools and homeless shelters in London. The couple has also worked overseas in the name of the Bolton Foundation.

So perhaps choosing the couple was a well planned move and not the result of blackmail as some are suggesting?

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Josephine

"I think it's time to address the public interest." Zahar tells me.

After three and a half hours in Tanzania and a two hour flight, we're back on Mauritius. However that doesn't mean the work stops. We're staying in an old Château that has been renovated a few years ago. It's the same place Rory and George stayed when they honeymooned here on the tropical island. Château de Labourdonnais has been office and sleep spot at once for the last eight weeks. Our office is located downstairs next to the kitchen, while the bedrooms are upstairs. The maids here work relentlessly. There's always someone doing some cleaning, whether that's wiping the tiled floors or polishing these antique wooden furnitures that are standing everywhere.

I don't know how George and Rory ever left this place.

I lean back against the chair, "Do we have to?" The BBC filming crew just wrapped up the finale scenes for part one of our documentary that will showcase the work of the Commonwealth Trust. The last week is solemnly for us.

The African woman giggles, "I'm sorry, but it's time for that bubble to burst."

Andrew and Sarah are sitting at a round mahogany table with Oliver. They're watching the filmed footage that BBC has sent us just a few minutes ago. I can hear the narrator's voice explaining Tanzania's history. I hope the focus is not on us but on the country.

I decided to discuss the next steps with Zahar, our advisor and Lydia, our digital communications lead. Lydia, Sarah and Hilary created the first Instagram post. It features wonderful photos of Tanzania's nature, of what we built here and of the people. There's just one group photo with all the people that helped us built the buildings. The words were carefully chosen. I think it took Hilary three hours to find the perfect wording for that special post. Sarah, Zahar, Andrew, Oliver and me all looked over that post before we published it.

The IG Account ClarenceRoyal has been online for an hour and the Instagram site is already crashing. We're at 15 million followers and 12 million likes for the first post. The comments have a wide range, some people like the work we did, others not so much. There's hatred because of how we joined the Royal Family and kept quiet for two months. People call us charlatans and #fakeroyals. I guess that's part of life now.

"I like our bubble. I like the work we've done here and the sanctuary we had here." I run my fingers through my hair, "I really don't want to do an interview with the BBC or any other media outlet. We've released a statement about our excitement, why isn't that enough?"

"Because it's tradition to film an interview with the BBC when new members join the Royal Family. Usually it's an engagement interview as that's how traditionally people would join the family but with you..." Lydia shrugs. "It's different."

"I just don't have the need and desire to sit on a sofa in front of a camera and answer questions I've already answered on the website."

"It's not so much about what you are saying. It's more about how you're reacting to one another." Zahar reminds me.

That interview would be seen as another way to put us into there spotlight. It's absolutely unnecessary. I shake my head. "No. No interview. Not about Oliver and me. I am happy to talk about Mauritius or Tanzania and the work that we've been doing here but not about my personal life with my husband."

"No offence, but it's almost obvious that you're pregnant with twins."

Yet, no one from the royal rota noticed it before. That makes me wonder if I could keep the pregnancy a secret a little longer. I'm good at camouflaging them. I look down at the bump. It's really not that big. "I won't announce it until I start showing, really showing. I want to protect them from the spotlight as much as possible."

"Does that mean we'll have to change your wardrobe for The Commonwealth Service?" Sarah asks me in a loud voice as she sits at the other end of the room.

I look over my shoulder and meet her blue eyes. "Yes."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements." Sarah says before getting up front the chair and walking over to another desk to grab her iPad. "You guys check on the footage."

Andrew shows her a thumbs up and he and Oliver stare at the screen of another iPad with headphones on.

I look out of the window of Château de Labourdonnais and stare at the crystal clear water that's in front of it. Mauritius is truly a dream island. The little island, lying in the centre of the Indian Ocean is a real tropical paradise. Along the white sand beaches, shaded by coconut palm trees there are many luxury hotels. But we still managed to keep our privacy. So far, there have not been paparazzi photos of us online. In the centre of the island, on the top of a volcanic plateau, emerald green sugar cane plantations can be found. On the Domaine Les Pailles estate we had a glimpse at how rum and sugar are produced from sugar cane. We even tried the Indian dishes and take a look at the colourful Hindu temple, that's so popular here. We even enjoyed the Sega dance and tasted the teas from the Bois Cheri plantation. We wanted to take take a Jeep Tour through the Black River National Park to take a look at the marvellous waterfall of Chamarel, but the security was against us driving the car ourselves. In the end, Ralph drove us through the National Park. He also took a few private photos of Oliver and me in front of the stunning waterfall. Upon Johan's request, we went to the zoo where the famous pink pigeon and the golden bat can be found. Johna wanted to see photos and videos of them so we did him the favour. The look on his face when he saw them was priceless! I miss having them around. Video phone calls are not the same. In the city there is the Blue Penny Museum and one of the worlds most beautiful tropical parks, the Pamplemousses Botanic Garden to visit. We haven't been there yet but we still have a week here.

We might even fly to Zanzibar and enjoy the weather, food and people there.

"I think we should wrap up the work for today. Let's enjoy the last week as a holiday. We've worked non-stop for two months. You deserve a week of sunbathing at the beach, sipping on cocktails and dancing a salsa with a stranger at one of the local clubs. Have fun. Enjoy yourself. You did outstandingly well."

"Except the press didn't see it that way." Hilary says back.

"You can't always win. With our job and position it's always going to be controversial. People will need a lot of hard work and dedication from us to understand I didn't blackmail the King into this position but it was his choice to put us there. We are supporting the King the best we can and the British people will see that. Eventually. And I hope you will stay with us for the ride."

"Of course. It's a very different way of approaching charitable work but it's exciting." Andrew says before taking his headphones off. "I really enjoyed the last two months. Despite working almost 24/7."

"Me, too." Zahar says and the others nod in agreement.

I smile at them. They really are the best team we could have wished for. "I'm glad you enjoy working with us so much."

Oliver looks at his watch, "We have a doctor's appointment in half an hour. We should get going."

I nod at my husband before looking at our team again. "You've done an incredible job in the last eight weeks. Enjoy the last week at the beach or go on a safari in East Africa, the jet is free to your use. And we'll see you again on March the 9th." I say before rising from my chair. I can't wait to see our babies again!

"Wait, you're giving us your jet?" Asher asks me shocked.

"For this week. Oliver and me plan to stay here on Mauritius and perhaps do a trip to Zanzibar but we can fly commercial for that. We've already done a safari and watched the sunset at the Simba Rocks. I very recommend it if anyone's interested. You can of course stay on Mauritius and enjoy the sun for a week or go clubbing at night. Whatever you want."

"Well, there's a horse race starting this afternoon." Sarah thinks out loud. "It's Mauritius' own Ascot."

Oliver grins, "We'll be attending. We've got tickets. You're free to join us."

"Very good idea. It's going to give you a taste of Ascot without all the formalities and crazy hats." Zahar says with a nod.

"I'll be wearing a fascinator anyway." I tell my husband, "Even if you won't wear a suit."

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Meet Team Clarence: Will these people save the Clarences from their downfall?

Daily Mail can reveal the team working behind the Duke and Duchess of Clarence! As introduced on ClarenceRoyal. uk and the Instagram account of the new British royals, the team consists of a private secretary, a communication secretary, an advisor, an official spokesperson, a project manager and a digital communications lead. The Clarences chose an interesting combination of young and old minds, of traditionalists and modern views. Is this the recipe for success? Only time will tell. Many of their team have been long-standing members of the Royal Households, moving from Kensington Palace and the main Clarence House office to work for the Clarences now.

Sarah Wyatt, Cambridge graduate, has worked the last four and a half years for The Prince and Princess of Wales. Royal insiders have said that Miss Wyatt was one of the main reasons why the Duke and Duchess have become so popular in the last few years before transitioning into their new roles of Prince and Princess of Wales. She is the Clarence's private secretary, the most senior role in any royal household and equivalent to a chief of staff.

Hilary Watkins, is the Clarence's communication secretary. She has previously been working in British politics and therefore knows how to handle the media. The Harvard graduate knows how much meaning one single word or punctuation can have.

Andrew Winter is the couple's project manager. Andrew is one of the wide minds as he has been working for UNICEF for the last 35 years prior getting on Team Clarence. He knows how to realise a project in Third World countries. He's going to be a great support when the couple starts their work in the Commonwealth nations.

Asher Smith is the official spokesman of the couple and can he found on twitter and Instagram as such. He has previously worked for King Charles as a deputy communications secretary. It's a role the man can be very proud of.

Zahar Malouisi, who was on secondment from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office is the couple's advisor and as such plays a vital role in the couple's success or failure in the future.

Probably one of the most interesting team member is the Italian woman named Lydia Lombardi who is the digital communications lead of the Duke and Duchess. Before joining the team, she worked for Spanish Royals as well as British politicians, who undoubtedly thrived because of this smart lady. Prior to working for the Spanish Royals and British politicians, she worked for Milltown Partners, a rather secretive business working in 'behind the scenes' PR, crisis communications and 'reputational management'. This woman is going to be vital for the Clarence's future.

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I free my stomach before Dr. Ross pours cold clear gel on to my belly. Then she places the transducer on my belly. It's still not as round as Charlotte's was when she was 21 weeks along. My carrots are still hidden quite well, yet in the morning the bump is bigger than during the day. It's so weird to wake up with something that looks like a bump and then during the day they decide to hide again. But after a relaxing bath they usually decide to show off again. I swear, this is the craziest pregnancy ever. At 21 weeks I still don't have a proper bump, I still suffer from morning sickness and I still crave the weirdest food combination.

Last night I wanted Nutella with Japanese horseradish on gherkins. It's disgusting to look at - at least that's what my husband's face told me - but it was bloody good!

My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of a strong heartbeat that starts filling the whole room. A relief like no other washes over me. The sound reminds me of strong waves that crash against the shores in a steady rhythm. Never would I have thought that this would be my favourite sound in the whole wide world. It's clear. It's strong. It's a sign of life.

Of one of the two lives that my husband created with me.

"Baby A is looking good!" Dr. Ross smiles at me before turning the screen around so I can see Baby A. By now it has developed into a real human. I can see a real body... and see the heart beating in its chest. It's alive. Baby A is alive.

"It's always so overwhelming to see and hear them." My husband thinks out loud.

I couldn't agree more with him. I used to be afraid of these appointments. Not because I was afraid to meet them digitally but I was afraid there would be no one to meet. I was afraid of a miscarriage. Especially after the night when I really miscarried. It was the worst night of my life. And luckily that has never happened again.

But now I'm getting a little more and more excited for every appointment. Because every appointment I get to see them develop and grow. I believe they'll be alive when we have an appointment and by some miracle they have been alive at every appointment with Dr. Ross.

Perhaps the mind does move mountains.

Or keep the babies in my uterus alive.

"Trust me, it never gets old for me either." Dr. Ross grins before moving the transducer a little until we see Baby B. That heart sounds just as strong. "That looks pretty good as well. Very healthy and the development is perfect."

Suddenly, everything within me breaks loose and I start crying for no reason - and without an end in sight.

Dr. Ross hands me a tissue without a word.

Oliver looks at me, totally helpless.

"Don't worry. That's very common. It's the hormones." Dr. Ross ensures him with a soft smile on her lips.

After minutes, I've calmed down. "I'm sorry. I don't know what has come over me." I say before blowing out my nose into the tissue.

"Can you tell us the sex of the babies?" Oliver asks my gynaecologist.

"No, we don't want to know." I remind my husband.

"You don't but I very much do."

"Oliver!"

"What? I just want to know if luck's on our side today. And if it's not-"

"Oh, it is. It definitely is. I've got a clear picture of baby A and B."

"See?" Oliver looks at me. "Don't you want to know if there's going to be girls or boys - or one of each - running through our home?"

"No."

My husband growls. "You're incredibly stubborn! I hope our babies won't inherit that."

My gynaecologist chuckles, "How about I'll write it on a note and put it in an envelope. Whenever you're both ready, you can open it. Or get surprised when they're born."

I nod, "That's a compromise I'm willing to make. But don't you dare open that envelope without my consent!" I warn my husband.

He holds up his hands, "I promise."

"I'll hide it somewhere safe." I decide because I trust me on this more than Oliver. He wants to know the sex so badly, that he might open the envelope without me in the end.

He is not a very patient man when it comes to our children. He's not a patient Daddy, I guess.

"But you can definitely see what we're having?" Oliver asks her as Dr. Ross has turned her back on us to write the note.

"Yes, it's very evident by this time. I've had a pretty good look." Dr. Ross says before putting the note into the envelope. She turns around and holds the envelope in our direction.

I snatch the note away before my husband can get his hands on it. "It's safe with me." I promise him.

My husband smirks. He knows I can keep a secret or two.

"Are we allowed to have sex again?" I ask Dr. Ross. The abstinence of almost ten weeks is driving me nuts. We've been very creative in the last weeks to do anything but have sexual intercourse but I miss it. Very, very badly.

To my relief my gynaecologist nods, "Yes. There have been no more blood clots that ruptured. But start slowly and don't do anything too crazy."

"Oh thank God!" I breathe out, causing my husband and Dr. Ross to chuckle.

"You might have to get creative over the next weeks as the bump is going to grow a lot. However as long as you're comfortable there's nothing against having sex."

That's the best news of the day!

Oliver

The Champ de Mars Racecourse is a thoroughbred horse race track in Port Louis, Mauritius. It seems like whole Mauritius is here every Sunday to see the horses racing. What in some countries is football, soccer, baseball or basketball finds its equivalent in Mauritius in horse race. It's an absolutely electrifying feeling to be here. We've worked during the weekends in the last eight weeks so it feels good to be here now. I stare at my beautiful wife as she stares at the racing ring in front of us. There's loud cheering and whistles around us but I blend out all the noise. She's wearing a stunning white summer dress that is knee length, has short sleeves and a boat cut neckline. Her chestnut curls are wrapped into an elegant chignon and on top of her head sits a headband that has flowers and feathers growing out of it. White feathers that are so voluminous, I think they're from an ostrich. The flowers are white versions of Trochetia Boutoniana, the national flower of Mauritius. It's bespoke, just like her whole outfit.

She looks absolutely breathtaking.

Her hands are wrapped around the railing as she's excited for her pick to win. We've bet 200 pounds on horse number three but I couldn't care less. All I care about is my wife and the two babies that she's growing in her belly.

The sun is getting reflecting in the diamonds of her wedding band. The sea foam coloured sapphire sparkles as much as the two half moon shaped diamonds that embrace the rare stone that's her engagement ring. Her rings were freshly polished. We kept our wedding bands in a safe in our residence on Mauritius while we were working in Tanzania. She has barely worn the rings out of respect of the African history.

They bloody look good on her left ring finger.

I place my right hand on her left hand just as the horse that we bet on comes in first. The horse racing just takes two minutes but the people here live for this sport. Ever Saturday the whole island comes to a stop for those two minutes as, what it seems like, everyone on the island gathers here to watch the horses race against one another.

"Yes!" Josephine cries out with a wide grin on her lips. "We won!"

We agreed to donate the money we might win to a local charity called TIPA NGO. TIPA NGO plans to implement art courses to build confidence and participation with 450 children from the poorest regions in Mauritius, also providing parenting skills training and support to 50 parents. I return my wife's smile, "We did!"

She stares at me and I can see the sparkle in her sky blue eyes. She loves being around horse as much as she loves doing charitable work. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

It's the first kiss in public since we joined the Royal Family.

A few people have noticed us but not too many. The security men are doing a good job at blending in. I'd never notice them if I didn't know who they were. Sarah and Zahar decides to join us to the Mauritian version of Ascot. Josephine told me it's much more relaxed than the English version. She's one of the few that's wearing a fancy dress and a fascinator. Most men here are in shorts and simple T-shirt. Not a lot are in linen slacks and white Oxford shirts like me. We've had lobster with a spicy vinaigrette as a snack. It's a typical Mauritian snack at the horse race track. We're in the crown lodge, a spot that's located on the VIP balcony, next door to the president of the Mauritius Turf Club. It's a strategic location which allows a magnificent view on the finish line and the paddock. The tourists that have access to the VIP balcony are rather wealthy, the locals are six rows underneath us. It feels weird to stand above them but then I remind myself of the social status I now have.

It's expected of us to be on the VIP balcony. Being downstairs, surrounded by locals, is too much of a risk for the security that's looking after us.

But I'm sure the press will see that as another action of the Duke and Duchess of Excess. We've been branded as hypocrites, as reckless, as excessive and frauds already - and we've only been in the family for nine weeks. I knew it would be hard and I was ready to fight.

Except royals don't fight the press. They use the press for their advantage. At least that's what the Royal Rota is for. Basically, we're playing a long chess game and hopefully in the end we'll shake off all the labels that's been thrown at us.

"Wow, did we just won 500 pounds? Thank you for the tip, Your Royal Highness." Sarah says to my wife.

Josephine smiles at her. "No problem."

"How did you know who was going to win?" Zahar asks us.

"I had a look at all the horses before placing my bet. And then I had a look at all the horseback riders to see their relationship with the horses. I didn't choose the horse with the most muscle mass but the horse that has the best relationship with it's rider. A horse that respects it's rider is a horse that will go to its extremes."

"Well, either way it was an excellent choice."

"I think so, too. TIPA NGO is going to be happy about our donation." My wife's desire to help wins every heart.

"Do you want to do an IG post about it?" Sarah asks us.

I shake my head. "No, as we've told you, this last week is to your free will. Enjoy yourselves. Have a drink at a local bar and dance the nights away if you wish."

"I'd rather spend my nights with a good book at the beach." Zahar says while frowning. "I'm not one to party all night."

"Well, I am and I will celebrate today's win the whole night." Sarah's blue eyes look behind us and I'm sure she's looking at Ralph. Those two have been hanging out a lot lately but I don't know how serious they really are.

Josephine

I lean back against my husband as we watch the sun setting over the Indian Ocean. It's a stunning colour play of pastel orange, pink, lilac and a vibrant red. We've spent the whole afternoon at the beach of Zanzibar after we visited the TIPA NGO on Mauritius. It's a lovely charity that really needed our help. They wanted a photo of us, which we couldn't deny so we took one with all the children that were there. I'm sure the photo has already made it online but I don't care.

"This is so breathtaking." My husband's voice feels hot against my left ear.

"It's absolutely magical." I agree with him.

"I have something for you." My husband starts before reaching into the pocket of his shorts.

I turn around and watch how he gets out two long and thin boxes. "You bought me jewellery?" I ask him shocked.

"I bought the bracelets when you were painting the walls of the kindergarten."

I didn't even notice he was gone. I was so in my element, so focused on drawing those wild animals onto the walls of the Tanzanian kindergarten that I blended everything around me out. "I didn't notice you were gone."

"I know." My husband smirks before handing me the two thin boxes. "Open them."

I open the first slim white box. It says Annoushka in a curly golden handwriting on top of it. I know Annoushka is a British luxury jewellery designer that's based in London. But they must have a flagship store here. I open the first box. A gold nectar bracelet by Annoushka showcases a sparkling array of white sapphire droplets. This elegant 18 carat gold bracelet is a perfectly polished piece hand set with 2.34 carats of white sapphire droplets - both threaded into the fine trace chain and hanging freely as petite drop charms. Designed with a high polish finish and a fuss free sprung clasp, this 18 cm bracelet looks beautiful alone or layered with the other bracelets. "Wow, it's stunning!" I breathe out.

"I thought the two bracelets go quite nicely with your necklace." Oliver explains to me.

I understand the message in between the lines. He wants this to be everyday jewellery, not like the Harry Winston ring that he gifted me on Christmas Day.

"I love it!"

Oliver smiles at me, "Open the other box. I think they go together nicely but I could be wrong. I have no sense of style."

"That's not true." I mumble before opening the second slim box. It's a beautiful starfish bracelet, which is crafted in 18ct yellow gold and micro-pave set with 16 shimmering white diamonds with a total carat weight of 2.05. Complete with an elegant sprung clasp and an 18 cm length, this bracelet looks stunning. "That's a very pretty bracelet as well."

"I think the starfish is a perfect reminder of our first jobs here in Africa."

I smile at him, "They're absolutely perfect. Thank you very much."

He gets the bracelets out of their boxes and helps me put them on my left wrist. I love the yellow golden starfish and the white sapphire droplets on the second yellow golden bracelet. They go so perfectly together! "Maybe I do have some sense of style anyway."

I chuckle before kissing him softly. "I will never take them off. Just like the necklace."

"That was my intention."

I run my fingers through his blonde hair. It has grown a lot since he had his last haircut for our official portraits at Clarence House. I like it longer like right now. I also like how the sun has lightened his hair colour. With the glow of the setting sun, he looks magnificent. "I love you."

His eyes shine in a sea foam colour. "And I love you, Tesoro."

"I know we've gotten green light from Dr. Ross-"

"There's no need to rush into things."

"It's not that I don't want to. I'm just... careful. It's ridiculous because I know better. But I feel..."

"You feel protective over them and that's perfectly fine. I feel protective over them as well. We've gone almost nine weeks without any sexual intercourse. I can wait longer. Whenever you are ready and if you're not going to feel ready until after you've given birth than that's okay as well."

How the hell did Oliver and me go from having sex multiple times daily to none at all for over two months?! Suddenly I burst into a laughter. It's so strong and overcomes me so suddenly that it takes me more than a minute to gain the control back of my emotions. "I'm sorry, I just thought about how our story started and where we are now. It's kind of a bizarre situation."

My husband smirks at me, "The irony wasn't lost on me either."

"Maybe tomorrow."

"I'm not giving you a deadline, Tesoro. I'll wait however long you need."

"I know but you're a man and you've got quite the sexual appetite-"

"I'm more than your lover now. I am your husband. I am the father of the twins you're carrying. I am-"

"The love of my life. I didn't mean to offend you." I apologise. "I didn't mean to sound heartless and cold. I was just pointing out the facts. We used to have sex multiple times daily and even after we got pregnant we kept it to a few days a week and now we're at zero. I know we do other things but it's still not the same as sexual intercourse. I was going insane on that dry spell and I know you were, too. But when Dr. Ross gave us green light and I saw our babies again on the monitor... I can't even explain myself. I don't want to risk anything."

"We can go slow and easy. Light a few candles, put on an aroma diffuser to get into the mood, use a massage oil..."

I can't even fight the grin that starts stretching my lips.

"What?"

I smirk, "You want to get all romantic on me?"

Oliver shrugs, "It's not our usual style but maybe we need to try a different approach."

"A different approach?" I echo his words.

"A different approach."

"You know, usually I'd associate that with ropes, eye masks, whips, floggers..."

"BDSM is not what's going to help us here, Tesoro."

I sigh, "It's worth a try. You know I like it rough."

"We shouldn't start with that. We have to ease back into it."

"Ease back into it?" I lean forward until our forehead touch. "Babe, there's no easing back into it for us."

"Josephine, don't push my buttons if you can't handle me." He warns me.

I haven't seen this side of my husband ever since I started suffering from morning sickness. I almost forgot about it.

I lean back to give us some space and air to breathe. "Okay. I should play fair."

"Play fair?" My husband asks with a chuckle. "You've never played fair, Josephine."

My mouth drops open, "That's not true!"

"Yes, it is! You've always pushed me-"

"Okay, I sometimes pushed your buttons." I give in. "But you've also pushed mine and you are the only one who knows that I have buttons."

My husband's lips stretch into a triumphal grin. "I can't wait to start pushing those buttons again."

I run my fingers through his hair once more, "I'll let you know when I'm ready."

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Oliver

Zanzibar is such a gem on this earth. I can't believe I get to experience so much beauty with my wife. Hundreds of kilometres of white sand and crystal clear turquoise coloured water, it's a tourists' paradise in the middle of the Indian Ocean. With one million inhabitants, the island surprisingly seems to be rather empty. The wind is perfect for wind surfer and the sun is shining brightly. It's the perfect place to spend some time here.

99% of the people here are muslims, so there are stunning mosques all over the island. About half of the people are living in Stone Town. The capital city is full of the Arabic colonial history. The local markets are full of fresh produce, the fruits and veggies are very delicious. The locals love hanging out in different spots, where they drink tea and discuss politics.

I've been kitesurfing for the last two hours while Josephine has been sunbathing at the beach. It was so much fun to use the wind in my favour! I've never done it before because the wind in Rio is pretty much non existing but here on Zanzibar... it's an experience I will never forget.

"Thank you so much for teaching me kitesurfing." I say as I shake the hand of Mick, the surf teacher. He has been working with me exclusively for the last two hours.

"It was my pleasure, Your Royal Highness." Mick grins at me. "Do you mind if we take a photo for our photo wall?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Great! Let me just get the camera out of the bungalow." Mick turns on his heel. I watch him walking through the sand and over to the wooden bungalow. There are six other tourists that are getting surf lessons here at the White Sand today.

"You look like you've had too much fun."

I turn around at my wife's voice. She's in a stunning one piece, that has big red flowers and ruffles on it. It's a one shoulder style. The flowers hide the baby bump really well. "I did."

She touches my left shoulder and when she lifts her hand I can see how red my skin turns. I've gotten myself a nasty sunburn without noticing it. "You should've allowed me to put sunscreen on you."

"It's not that bad."

"You're staying in the shadow for the rest of the week." She decides in a voice that allows no argument.

"Josephine,"

"You're going to slather yourself in a cooling quark layer as soon as we're back in the hotel."

I lick my lips to restrain myself from telling her I am her husband, not her child. But she only means well. "Okay. But we're still going to visit the plantations tomorrow morning, right?" We were planning to visit some plantations and talk to the owners about how we could help. We even wanted to help out for a few hours to get a feeling of it. Zanzibar is known as the island of spices and most spices grow on plantations.

I have a feeling I'm going to be reminded of my work at a banana and coffee plantation in Rio.

"We'll see how you're doing. I don't want you to be sun-struck."

"It's just a simple sunburn."

"You know, I was originally planning to tell you I'm ready for sex, but with that nasty sunburn." She shrugs.

She dares to tease me here?! "Tesoro,"

"Ready for the photo?" Mick interrupts us as he comes back with a camera in his hands.

"I can take the photo." Josephine offers with a smile on her lips.

"That would be great!" Mick hands her the camera before standing next to me.

I grin into the lens as my wife snaps a few photos of us.

"Perfect." She hands Mick the camera bag. "Thank you for making this possible on such short notice."

"As I've told your husband, it was my pleasure, Your Royal Highness."

We shake hands before we part our ways again.

"Ready for lunch?" I ask my wife.

"More than ready." She grins at me. "And after that it's time for some shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yeah, I heard Zanzibar is famous for its handcrafted furniture. Besides, our families expect souvenirs."

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EXCLUSIVE: THE CLARENCES ARE HOLIDAYING ON ZANZIBAR!

The Duke and Duchess of Clarence have been snapped enjoying the sun rays at one of Zanzibar's private beaches. The photo, shown above, was taken by a tourist that was taken kite surfing lessons just like The Duke. The images shows the Clarences in one of their rare intimate moments. The couple is in beach fashion, holding hands and grinning at each other. Making it online on Instagram first, the photo has gathered more than 500 million likes in less than 2 hours and just as many comments. Everyone seems to have a different opinion on the controversial couple, but everyone wants to own the bathing suit worn my the Duchess. The one piece, that has big red flowers and ruffles on it is made by luxury designer Amir Salma. The one shoulder styled bathing suit retails for 1.500 and was sold out within minutes. Dupes are being produced by high streets brands and we've been told HM will release a similar bathing suit this season.

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Josephine

Zanzibar has it's very own charm. The streets are busy with locals, full of markets of any kind, and the beaches are bursting with tourists. A few of them have noticed us, but none have talked to us. All in all, we're almost normal here on the island. Ralph and his security team are always around us, wherever we go, but I think he is enjoying the time in the sun and at the beach as well.

Hand-in-hand, we walk through the old town of Stone Town. Usually, I wouldn't be so affectionate in public, but considering that we've been flying under the radar for the whole day, I think it's safe to show some emotions in public. I love the Arabic influence that the architecture has here.

"Maybe we can find some furniture for our home here." Oliver says as we stop at a local furniture shop. They use mahogany wood and decorate the chests here beautifully!

"Yes, lets have a look." I agree. We walk into the small shop that's full of handcrafted furniture. I look around and see a chest that's stunning! It's full of handcrafted florals with golden shimmers. "I like that."

"Hello! See anything you like?" The owner of the shop asks us with a wide grin on his lips.

"I like that chest." I point at the chest across me. I think this would be a lovely way to storage any future toys in the twins' nursery or extra blankets in a guest bedroom. There's lots of use a chest can have.

"How much is it?" Oliver asks me.

"300 ."

My eyes widen at the number. He just wants three hundred dollars for this beauty? "Do you have more than one?"

"I have nine more like these in storage. But they're all handcrafted from old wooden boats so they each look a little different."

Ten chests. I think of my twins, Nate's twins, Rory's triplet girls, Della's twins and Ana's baby boy. Not the souvenirs they think they're getting but it's more useful than a fridge magnet or a postcard.

"We'll take all ten. Can you deliver them to the Four Seasons?" I ask him and ignore Oliver's alarming gaze.

"Of course. They'll be there in an hour."

I smile at him, "Great. Do you accept Amex?"

Oliver

Known as the Spice Island, Zanzibar offers a wide variety of spices, extracts, herbs and seasoning assortments, and these are what make the Zanzibari cuisine unique. The locals spice their meals to create the perfect flavour, aroma and colour. With an eclectic combination of the Swahili, Indian and Arabian influences, the Zanzibari food took us on an unforgettable culinary journey. Zanzibar has an abundance of coconuts and fresh seafood, and one of the most regularly, enjoyed dishes on the island is the coconut bean soup, so Josephine and me didn't need to think twice when we ordered it at a local restaurant in Stone Town. Coconut Bean Soup is prepared from coconut milk and shredded coconut, blended with tomatoes and kidney beans, and then seasoned with pepper, spices and salt. The dish is rich in nutrient and perfect for vegetarians. It's sumptuous and loved by both locals and foreigners, and it is definitely one of our most unforgettable meals on the island. Especially since we had it with date bread, another statement food on the island.

After the coconut bean soup we had Ugali. Ugali is the most common staple dish in East Africa and must-try meal in Zanzibar according to the chef and owner of the restaurant. It is difficult to compare this meal made from maize flour and water to any meal, but I can say it is a cross between mashed potatoes and polenta. It is dough-like in nature and can be eaten by breaking it and mashing it like a ball before it is dipped into a saucy dish. You can eat it with a local soup called Mchuzi or like us with Nyama Choma, grilled meat.

After that filling lunch, we continued our journey through Stone Town by feet. I thought Josephine would get tired but to my surprise she's full of energy. The morning sickness is a thing of the past. It has been since a day after we landed on Mauritius.

Josephine has filled two memory cards full of photos that she took while we strolled through this stunning and vibrant town. She's obsessed with the architecture of the houses here, the ever smiling locals and the dancing children.

We stop at another street food truck. It's making some kind of local dish.

"Oh, that looks really good!" My wife's eyes are wide although we've just eaten an hour ago. "What's that?"

"The Zanzibari pizza!" The owner of the street food truck explains. "Zanzibar pizza is a must-try while visiting the island, it is one of the most popular street foods here. It doesn't really look like a typical Italian pizza. It's a traditional island favourite prepared with a mix of egg, mayo, meat, and veggies, wrapped in the dough before frying."

"Sounds delicious. We'll take two." Josephine orders with a wide grin on her lips.

"Oh, I'm still full from lunch."

"Who said these two are for you?" My wife sticks out her tongue at me.

"I've never seen you with such a healthy appetite."

"I should probably slow down with the eating but I can't stop feeling hungry."

"That's good. It means the twins are growing." I restrain myself from reaching out and touching the bump. She's been very cautious in the last weeks. She hasn't allowed me to touch her stomach area. I've watched it grow but I wasn't allowed to feel it grow.

She's still scared that she might loose them. I noticed how she held her breath at every ultrasound appointment with Dr. Ross. She only allowed herself to relax when she heard the heartbeats of our twins.

She shows me a soft smile, "I guess so."

"Two Zanzibari pizzas!" The owner of the street food truck explains. "That would be 12."

I pay for the two pizzas that really look nothing like Luigi's pizzas. They're wraps that have been deep fried, so they're crispy. These shouldn't even be called pizzas.

Josephine bites into the first wrap and lets out a moan, "Oh, wow! This is so good!" To my surprise she walks over to Ralph, who has been our shadow in the last weeks. She hands him the second wrap. "I think this is right up your street."

The second wrap was for Ralph? That's so nice!

"Thank you, Josephine."

My wife nods before walking back to me. "If you keep looking at me like that, you might get a bite off of mine."

"And if you keep moaning like that I'm going to drag you back into our hotel room sooner."

Her blue eyes start sparkling in a navy blue, "I don't think you're going to like my plans for the rest of our evening."

Josephine

I smear the quark and yoghurt mixture on my husband's back. It's fire red and feeling hot against my touch. He refused to wear a shirt when he was kitesurfing the whole morning, so the skin on his back and chest had no protective layer from the merciless sun. "Better?"

Oliver sighs, "This is not how I expected our first night on Zanzibar to be like."

"Yeah, I'd prefer to be naked on the bedsheets as well, but you had other plans this morning. You should have listened to me."

"I am listening to you right now."

"No, you're just trying to please me so I'm going to allow you to fuck me tonight anyway."

My husband chuckles, "Okay, first of all, I am not planning on fucking you tonight. You made it pretty clear earlier that sex is off the table tonight. Secondly, I am not trying to please you because this actually does feel pretty cooling."

I walk around him and start smearing the mixture, that I scoop out of a bowl, on to his ripped chest. "Good, it should be on for about half an hour before you rinse it off. We will order something from the room service." I just ate a Zanzibari pizza but I'm already craving hummus with hot sauce.

"Any chance you're going to help with rinsing it off in the shower?"

I look up at his sea foam coloured eyes, "Maybe."

He smirks, "You'll be a great Mum."

"I don't know what the one thing has to do with the other."

"You're taking very good care of me and my burnt skin, so if you're only going to be half as good with our twins than they'll be very lucky."

I put some quark on the tip of his nose, "Maybe they're actually going to listen to me and not get sunburnt at all."

Suddenly my husband wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him until our noses touch. I can feel the wetness and coldness from the quark mixture that I've just so carefully smeared all over his torso. "This is not how this works. It needs to penetrate your skin."

"Nothing can put out the fire that's between us, Tesoro." His lips brush against mine as he speaks. The heat of his breath, his smell and the words slowly unfold their meaning within me. It feels like waves that slowly gain strength. "Oliver,"

"Join me in that shower."

"I don't really have a choice now, do I?" I ask him back with a raised eyebrow.

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

"And your will seems to be unshakable."

Oliver

The water runs down on us as the tongue of my wife and mine dance a sensual rumba. We haven't been naked together in the shower since ten weeks. My whole body is prickling with excitement. She finally gave me green light. We have been using lots of creative ways to get our orgasms but nothing compares to the real thing.

Sex without sexual intercourse is just not the same thing.

Her fingers run down my back and I can feel how her fingernails slice through my skin. She's eager, just like me. She moans before letting go of my lips. Her sky blue eyes have transitioned into a royal blue colour. Her chestnut curls are sticking to her skin. It has grown so much in the last weeks that it almost covers her pink nipples.

"Are you sure?"

She places her hands on my steel hard ass and squeezes it, "Yes, but just like the doctor said, we should take it slow. I don't know about you, but I'm quite worried about spider webs down there."

I actually laugh out loud at her words. "Spider webs?"

"Look, this is longest dry spell I've ever had to go through. Ever since loosing my virginity to Laurent, I haven't had a longer break than two weeks. I don't know what happens down there after such a long dry spell. Maybe my pussy has shrunk or shut it's doors or-"

"Tesoro, calm down." I interrupt her. "You didn't change just because we haven't had sexual intercourse in the last ten weeks."

She nods, "Okay."

I kiss her passionately again and feel how she pulls me even closer to her until my pulsing dick is rubbing against the bump. Her hands explore my body as our tongues start dancing a sensual rumba again. My hands find her diamond hard nipples and I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan.

Suddenly, she wraps her left leg around my butt and pulls away from my lips. "Scratch that. I want you to fuck me. However you like."

My dick hardens a little more from her words. "You're giving me the freedom to decide?"

"I've got one rule, though."

I rise my left eyebrow at her words.

"Don't touch the bump. This is about us. Not them. Fuck me like we just met. Make me come like you still have to conquer my heart. Treat my pussy like you've just-"

I seal my lips over hers. I love it when she talks like this. It's not necessarily the dirty words, but it's her directness. It's the way she commands the situation while allowing me to dominate her. I let go of my wife's soft lips and turn her around. I spread her legs with my right foot before I grab her hands and hold them above her head. I press her torso against the white marble tiled shower wall before my dick slides into her wet pussy in one thrust. I growl at the feeling. I almost forgot her tightness and the warmth.

My wife moans at the harshness and I can feel her fingers reaching down to touch my right hand that's wrapped safely around her wrists. "God, this feels so good!"

"Yes, it does, Tesoro." I whisper into her left ear. "Are you okay?"

She tilts her head to the side until her royal blue eyes meet mine. "Dominate me, Babe."

Sweet Jesus, my wife's been seriously suffering from this dry spell. I slide out of her perfect pussy before thrusting back in. She moans at the movement.

"Harder." She demands and I follow her instruction.

I start fucking her harder and faster, working up a sweat in his humid shower. The water is running down my back as I fuck my wife the way I haven't fucked her in over ten weeks. I give into my most primitive needs, the need to claim her. I can feel how her body grows wetter and wetter with every thrust. She starts meeting my thrust halfway, craving more of me.

"I'm going to come, Babe." Her legs start shaking slightly.

"I know, I can feel it." I breathe into her left ear before running my tongue along the shell of her ear.

Her pussy responds by squeezing my dick a little. During the last weeks I found all her erogenous zones and some I had no idea about. We got to know each other on a whole other, deeper level. It was exciting and frustrating at once since we both craved sexual intercourse. But then we started exploring each other's erogenous zones. Just like her left ear. She likes it when I kiss her behind that ear or bite on that earlobe... or circle my tongue across it.

It drives her mad, makes her comes.

Within a few minutes I feel her pussy squeeze my dick as she comes long and hard with a moan from the depth of her throat. "You feel so good!" Her voice is hoarse as she rides the last bits of that high. That first proper orgasm in over ten weeks.

I wrap my free arm around her chest and start fucking her harder. I know I won't last long but I still aim to gift her another orgasm before we leave that shower and continue on the bedsheets.

She lets out a moan, "Yes... harder..."

I come so unexpected that a loud growl escapes my mouth. I fill her with so much of my come that I can feel it dripping out of her. It feels so good to come inside her again. I stay inside of her until my dick has completely softened. I let go of her hands and unwrap my hand from her body. "I didn't go too hard?" I ask as I pull out of her.

My wife turns around with a wide grin on her lips. "No, no, you didn't. That was just what I craved."

"Good."

She wraps her arms around my neck, steps on my feet and lifts herself to her toes. "I want more." Her demand is hot against my face. Way hotter than the water that's still running down my body.

I mirror her grin and kiss her hardly. "I'll give you more. The whole night."

That royal blue swirl in her eyes is why I am on this earth. I want to see this colour for the rest of my life.

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My wife is drawing circles around my abs as we both come down from the fourth orgasms tonight. She has covered my chest and neck with hiccups and scratches from her nails, she even bit into my left shoulder when she came once. I don't mind it.

Actually, I like it. Because she claimed and marked me just like she did before we got married. I used to wear these scratches and hiccups and bite marks with pride and I still do. But nothing beats those rings on her left ring finger.

Just the thought makes me hard again.

I look at the nightstand and see that it's almost midnight. Our alarm goes off in about six hours. Usually, we'd stay up until the sun starts to rise and make love or fuck each other's brains out, but we have a visiting appointment at one of the vanilla plantations here on Zanzibar. The sound of the crashing waves fill our room as we've left the door of the bungalow open. We're staying right at the beach. A private beach.

"We should try to get some sleep." I suggest as I run my fingers through her chestnut curls. I can't believe how much they've grown in the last weeks.

My wife releases a satisfied sigh before meeting my gaze, "I love you, do you know that?"

I brush my thumb over her lower lip. "I've always known, Tesoro."

Her sky blue eyes still have that royal blue swirl in them. She lifts herself from my chest and moves next to me. My hand reaches out for the light switch and I turn off the lights. Josephine hooks her left leg over my hips before she rests her head on my chest. I pull the blanket up and cover her naked body. I don't want her to get cold although we're on Zanzibar and she's got me as a radiator. My hand slides down to her bump but she catches my hand before I even reach it. She hasn't allowed me to touch her midsection ever since the night she nearly miscarried. I watched the bump grow, watched it appear in the morning and slowly disappear during the day before it appears again in the evening, but she... she refused to allow me to feel it, too. I don't think she has felt any movement yet, or if so she hasn't mentioned anything to me.

Josephine intertwines her fingers with mine and pulls our joined hands to her lips. She kisses my wedding band, apologising for her protective behaviour her way. I haven't addressed the issue because I don't want her blood pressure to spike.

She'll allow me to touch the bump sooner or later.

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Mauritius becomes the first country to go completely electric! What do the Clarences have to do with it?

Mauritius' president officially declares that his nation is the first nation to go electric and therefore create zero emissions! Mauritius' government has set an ambitious goal for all new cars to have zero emissions by summer of 2050. In cooperation with Their Royal Highnesses The Duke and Duchess of Clarence, correction The Queen's Commonwealth Trust, all busses have been rebuilt by Tesla. The new Mauritius busses are now proudly driving around with a purple banner that says Queen's Commonwealth Trust. Cars, motorcycles and mopeds will follow with all governmental cars already using cars by the American company. Hotels have agreed to use golf carts and electric minivans for transporting their guests from the airport to their accommodations. Bikes can get rented for free by the locals, with bike stations spread all over the island.

The removed motors from the vehicles will be used to make fuel from the rubbish and plastic found in the ocean by the German Startup Biofabrik. 1 kilo plastic makes one litre fuel. The fuel will be exported all over the world. Initially that makes Mauritius the first Tiger Economy of East Africa!

The initiative is said to have The Clarences behind it as they approached the government about it as early as December last year during the Commonwealth Trust Forum they held at Balmoral Castle. It sounds plausible, given the fact that the Duchess has worked at the stocks and finance department at Bolton's Enterprises before joining the royal family earlier this year. The term tiger economy refers to the economy of a country, which is undergoing rapid economic growth and progression in its living standards. The Asian Tigers include South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Singapore, while the Celtic Tiger refers to Ireland.

And now Mauritius is the first African Tiger.

Kudos, Team Clarence!

When asked to comment The Clarences denied.

Taking pride in the WORK OF OTHERS! How the Clarences fool us again!

The Clarences made once again headlines with their ever so political moves. After using refugees to try to polish their reputation and it didn't work, Team Clarence has decided to jump on the climate saving bandwagon by allegedly helping to make Mauritius - the island they spent their HOLIDAY on - go completely eco-friendly, using only electric vehicles now. However when we contacted the Mauritian government they said they couldn't comment. And neither did the Clarence's spokesperson comment on the matter.

Team Clarence can't seem to do anything right in their first 63 days of being members of the most known family in the world. First, they try to hide like scared bunnies in East Africa after the King dropped his nuclear-like statement, which shook up the royal family and changed them forever. The numbers speak for themselves: with 98% supporting the royal family prior to the statement it is now at an all time low with 55%. Demands of King Charles to step down and King William to be crowned are getting louder and louder by the minute.

It's clear that if the King continues to rule the country this way, there might be a Marie Antoinette moment waiting for him in the future.

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Josephine

The Jozani Forest is home to the rare red colobus monkey. As we walk through the breathtaking forest, we can see the monkeys up close and learn about the various plants and animals that call this place home. I take another photo of two red colobus monkeys. It's the Mum, who is carrying her child on the back. I've taken over 500 photos in the last few days that we've been on the island. In the beginning, I wanted to take the photos for our own enjoyment but now I think it would be a great way to bring tourists to the island, so I spoke to the mayor and decided to let them use some of my images. They promised to credit me, but I really couldn't less.

Having the words HRH Duchess of Clarence written underneath the photos will function as an eye catcher. It's a way to boost tourism and make money on the royals.

I take the camera down and frown as the thought really unfolds in my mind. I can't allow them to credit me in that way.

"Everything okay?" Oliver asks me.

"I just realised we have to talk to the mayor again before flying home. I can't let them credit me as the owner of the photos. They'd be making money off of my photos."

"How about you ask them to credit the Commonwealth Trust? Have them write HRH Duchess of Clarence for the Commonwealth Trust. Or something similar. Shift the focus on the Trust and away from you. That way people will know you took them in the name of the charitable work not to make any profit from it."

"That's actually a good idea." I smile at my husband.

He returns my smile before grabbing my hand. "You know, the monkeys sort of remind me of our time at the Amazon."

I smirk as I remember the time. It was just a little over five months ago, yet we were in a totally different place in our relationship. I was fighting for us so hard without being able to admit that I loved him, that I have always only loved him. We were freshly married. I had just gotten pregnant. And now... now we are the parents of two unborn babies. "Just remember to not feed monkeys. Ever."

My husband laughs out loud, "I'm not planning to get my wedding band stolen by anyone, certainly not by an animal."

I smirk and kiss him quickly. We're surrounded by tourists that are amazed by the nature around us, but I just can't restrain myself. Maybe it's the hormones. Maybe it's just the way he looks at me. Maybe it's the joy that I've been feeling ever since we landed in East Africa.

There was no Rothschild drama in the last eight weeks. No nasty tabloid headlines made their way here. There were just Oliver and me. And the great charitable work that we did in the name of the Commonwealth Trust.

It was heaven on earth.

But that ends this evening when we will board a plane and fly back home. Part of me can't wait to fly back to London but part of me wants to stay here in Africa and so some more help.

"What are you thinking of?" Oliver asks me as we stroll through the jungle.

"I'm thinking of what's going to happen this evening when we board our plane home. This place is so beautiful. I've completely fallen in love with Mauritius, Zanzibar, Tanzania... East Africa in general. I enjoyed every second here. From seeing the Simba Rocks to building the kindergarten, school, well and hospital for the people here. I can't imagine doing this with anyone but you. I can't believe this is our job, this is our life together. It feels... it feels surreal but I know it's reality."

My husband lets go of my hand and fondles my left cheek. "I love our life together as well."

"You don't think we've made the wrong decision?" I ask him in a whisper.

My husband shakes his head, "No. I think we're destined for this."

"Destined?"

Oliver leans down until our foreheads touch, "Destined. For each other. For these jobs. For this life."

Words like these used to scare me so much that I went into my fight mode, which was sex. But now, they fill me with warmth, love and peace.

Perhaps we are destined for this. I just hope we're destined for the royal part of the job as well.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it!

The next chapter will reveal what Chestnut House looks like. After writing this chapter Tanzania and Zanzibar are definitely on my bucket list now!

Please review. :)

Stay healthy and safe.

In gratitude,

Nicole