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Kisses

Maria

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An hour later they were all sitting in the living room, where they were received by the ship's captain.

"Your Majesty, you cannot imagine the relief I feel we had the honor to rescue all of you."

"Captain Sanchez, is that we who are grateful to you. I am afraid we would have not survived much longer." Clarisse said. Joseph has remained sitting on another couch and Clarisse was quite confusing. Not even an hour they were back to civilization and their relationship have already suffered changes ... And big changes. Right now, she needed to feel his arms around her waist. Needed to feel his heat ... To feel that everything would be fine and that he was there for her. Clarisse looked at him, begging… Why does he leave her alone there?

And Joseph understood. He got up and sat on the sofa next to Clarisse but without touching her.

"Captain, please tell us what happened in these two months." Asked Harry. Clarisse approached Joseph and whispered in his ear:

"Now that we're on the way home, I cause you so much disgust?"

"What?" The question of Clarisse caught him completely off guard. But how can she think such a thing?

"Captain, give us ten minutes, please. I will accompany Her Majesty to her room and we do not linger." Clarisse stared at him but said nothing.

"Certainly, Sir. We will wait for you."

Joseph and Clarisse left the room and walked in silence to her bedroom. Joseph opened the door, stepped back for her to enter and went after her, closing the door immediately.

"Joseph ..."

Clarisse had no time to finish the sentence. His lips crushed hers and in that same second, their hands were in the body of each other.

"NEVER say such a thing, Clarisse. I sat on another couch to protect you because I was afraid to forget who you are and embrace you in front of the captain. There were nearly two months of pure heaven, where I could touch you whenever I wanted, I could kiss you and wake up next to you ... you can not imagine the hell that will be now… Live next to you and pretend not know how you make me happy, how you feel, how you taste! I love you, Clarisse! "

In the midst of tears, the only thing Clarisse could say was:

"I'm sorry, my love, but I need you! I need your arms around me. I need to know you will be there for me… always! I don't know what we gonna do when we arrived at Genovia but, until then, can you be with me? Always?"

"Oh my love… Yes, yes, yes! Let's go back, honey. Tonight we can speak better." And Joseph kissed her passionately again. Back in the living room, Joseph sat beside Clarisse and, this time, put one arm behind her shoulders, but on the couch.

And Captain Sanchez began to tell briefly, the events of the last two months.

"Well, let me tell you the short version. On the day of your 'accident', the Spanish Government sent to the Atlantic, almost all of the Spanish Armada ships and also the Portuguese Government. Strangely the Genovia ships only left a day later. "

"Mabrey wanted to make sure that we all died!" Paul said. Joseph crossed his legs and Clarisse put her hand on his leg. Joseph looked at her surprised but smiled. His heart was beating so fast that he was afraid everyone can see his chest stir. But the true is… He just don't care! Clarisse was so at easy, so relaxed, so natural! He just don't care!

"When the first pieces of the plane were found, the search intensified but has never been the hypothesis of the plane was so off course. Seven days later, the parliament of Genovia, named the Viscount Mabrey as acting representative of the monarchy and a month later, Mabrey himself declared the death of the Queen and all the aircraft occupants, declared a week of national mourning and self-proclaimed King ... "

Clarisse was visibly agitated.

"And my son and granddaughter?"

"Well, Your Majesty… Prince Pierre was banish from Genovia for having insulted and threatened the King and the Princess Amelia ... "How is he going to say this to Queen?

"Captain? Please talk. What's going on with my granddaughter?" Clarisse sat up on the couch, tense ...

"The day before the Parliament has named the Viscount, Princess Amelia disappeared."

"What? That can not be ..."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But probably the princess ran away."

Clarisse was crying uncontrollably on Joseph's chest. Silvia and Agnes sat beside her trying to comfort her. Harry, Paul and Michael approached too. The captain and the lieutenant remained silent. They understood perfectly that group's emotions were running high and understood even better Clarisse.

"I need to go home now, Joseph! I need to find Amelia…"

"Clarisse, we can not do it that way… Please, let me call my brother and find a way to speak to Charlotte and Shades… Amelia didn't run away! I'm sure!"

"I know, Joseph. But if Mabrey…"

"Please Clarisse, don't do this to yourself!" Said Agnes, and squeeze her shoulder. Clarisse touched her hand and smile.

"Thank you dear. I'm so scared. Captain, can you be so kind and let us use a phone, please?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Do you want us to leave?"

"It's not necessary, thank you. Joseph, I want to talk to Pierre, please. Can you find the number?"

"Of course, my… Clarisse!" She looked at him and smile. With her hand, she touched his cheek and he close his eyes… Michael rose and seat next to the captain.

"I'm sure what goes on inside this room will not get out of here ..."

The Captain and the Lieutenant understood immediately.

"Of course not! You have our word of honor!"

"Thank you very much! Her Majesty is going through hard times and she deserves all the support we can give her."

"You can count on us!" Michael nodded and smile.

"Clarisse, this is the number of Pierre Parish. Do you want me to call him?"

"No, dear. I will do it!" Clarisse deal the number and wait…

"Hello?" Came Pierre voice.

"Darling…" Was the only word she can say.

"Mother? Mama? Is that you? Mama? Please say something…"

Clarisse couldn't speak. The tears run freely to her cheeks and Joseph grabbed the telephone.

"Hello, Pierre!"

"Oh Joseph! Thank you God! And mama…" Now was Pierre's turn to cry.

"Joseph, I can not thank you enough for keeping my mother safe! Deep in my heart I know you are both safe…"

"You don't have to thank me. You know the deal: my life for her!"

"I know you will, Joseph! I know!"

"Well, your mother is calmer, now. I will talk to you soon, Pierre!"

"Pierre, darling?"

"Mama! Oh mama! Thank God you're safe! How are you and where are you?"

"My darling, I'm fine. We are all fine. And we are on board a ship of the Spanish Armada, somewhere in the Atlantic. I already know about the news at Genovia and I know Mabrey banish you!"

"That bastard! But mama, I have something to say to you…"

"Amelia?"

"Yes! Are you sure you are safe in there?"

"Yes, darling! And nobody knows we still alive. Just Captain Sanchez and Lieutenant Vega. We must think carefully about the next step… But tell me, please, did you have the slightest idea where Amelia can be at? If something…"

"We hade to hide her, mama!"

"What? Where? Why?"

"We were afraid that Mabrey could try something against her. So Charlotte remembered that the best way to hide was put Mia perfectly in sight. She's with Helena and George. "

"Ho my God!"

"Every week, Helen (Mia's mother) receives a letter from Mia, sent from various locations around the world. Since Alaska to Russia, Spain to Australia, Brazil, South Africa, India, England, China, Hungary, Denmark, Austria, the Netherlands. .. I have friends all over the world and they send back the letters without question. The Mia's safety is assured by four former colleagues of Joseph. "

"Pierre, my dear, I do not know what to say ... How I wish I could hold you now!"

"Soon, mama. Soon! Now that I'm sure you're safe, I'm going to sleep!"

"Pierre, not a word to anyone, please. Probably all phones are bugged."

"Of course, mama! I missed you so much!"

"So do I, darling!"

The next call was to Miguel. Joseph briefly explained to her brother the whole situation. The next day, when the ship docked in the port of Marbella, they left with the crew and dressed like sailors. Then they came in two cars and made the trip to Madrid. When they reached the Spanish capital, they settled in a modest hotel on the outskirts of the city. When they entered the room they were greeted by Joseph's brothers and mother. Now it was Joseph who could not hold back the tears. Clarisse stood by the door not to spoil the moment of meeting the family. They were all really happy and Clarisse smiled. Maria looked at her and held out her arms. And without a moment's hesitation, Clarisse held her. Questions and answers filled the room and Joseph and Clarisse could barely respond.

"I'll call the others and we need your help." Joseph said. "We need you to buy us clothes in order to go out to dinner. How you could calculate these sailor clothes do not belong to us!" Joseph said and everyone laughed. Two minutes later, the rest of the group joined in Joseph and Clarisse room and an hour later, they all had new clothes!

In the next morning, Miguel left for Genovia, dressed completely in black. When he reached the palace asked to be received by Charlotte, because they would make a funeral service for Joseph and would like her to be present. Charlotte accepted and followed him immediately. Miguel was impressed with Charlotte, she was also mourning for the two friends. Miguel was grateful for the silence. Nearly four hours in silence ... broken only occasionally by cliché phrases ...

"How's your mother, Miguel? It must be horrible pain of ..."

"Yes, it's true, but at this point is better ..."

Charlotte was slightly shocked by the revelation but said nothing... But when they stopped at the hotel entrance, Charlotte was truly admired ...

"Miguel... I do not understand ..."

"Charlotte, please trust me, follow me!" Charlotte looked at him deeply and followed him. When Miguel opened the bedroom door, Charlotte almost fainted.

"Your Majesty!" And hugged Clarisse, completely forgetting the protocol.