The CClover - Fanfics of Charles&Camilla

Some of you may remember my former account here. For several reasons I had to leave tumblr, but recently I found my old stories again and maybe some of you would like to read my old stuff. Please forgive me all grammar failures and word salads...I won´t proofread these stories and very probably I won´t have time and energy to write new ones or being active on tumblr at all. Just occasionally I will repost my stuff...so enjoy if you like 💕

[thecclover-fanfictions]

Snowman´s Last Cigarette

Soft flakes of snow tumbled down as Camilla watched out of the window, a cosy fire crackled in the chimney next to her. By late afternoon, Highgrove was covered in white, every hedge, every branch, every stone. Charles loved days like this. He said it made the world look “tidied up by God Himself.”

He embraced her from behind, his face snuggled into her blond curls. "In the mood for a short walk?," he almost kissed his words into her hair.

Camilla was less convinced. She was no fan of the cold, she´d loved to stay with her darling prince all day long next to this warm fireplace, doing all the things they loved when being together.

Charles could read her mind and chuckled: "We´ll be back soon, I promise you." Playfully moaning Camilla turned her head to him with a mischievous smile and earned a quick kiss on her lips. "Only for you, darling...`"

Sighing she dressed into one of Charles´ old jackets and flung his wool scarf around her neck. Deeply she inhaled his smell, Charles lovingly laughed as she, of course, had no real winter clothes with her as she arrived hours ago in her cramped car. Quickly she grabbed the crumpled pack of cigarettes she left at the entrance.

She trudged behind him along the garden path, her boots sinking into the snow. “Honestly,” she muttered, pulling the scarf tighter around her face, “you’d think this was the Himalayas here.”

Charles turned back with a boyish grin, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold. “Oh, come on, darling. It’s marvellous! Look at it — untouched, perfect.”

“Untouched, yes,” she said through chattering teeth, “and freezing.” He laughed, striding towards her. “Give me your hands.”

“What for?," she balanced with spread arms through the snow. “To stop you turning into an icicle," Charles amused chuckled.

He took her hands between his and rubbed them briskly. His palms were warm, alive, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Better?” he asked, his breath fogging. “Yes, a little,” she mischievous answered. Charles grinning rubbed nose with her: "Only a little,?" he kissed her lips and Camilla whispered: "Well, much better..."

“Good. You know, this reminds me...;" he hesitated and almost sadly continued with a lower voice, "of our first snow together." He still was holding her hands. “Do you remember? January 1972. You insisted on dragging me into the garden behind your parents’ house."

Camilla chuckled, “Oh, yes. You’d never built a snowman before. I thought you were joking.”

“I wasn’t! My father hated the mess of snow indoors, and my mother—well, she preferred skating at Windsor. I’d only ever seen snowmen in books.”

“So we made one.”

“We did,” he said, with a little excitement in his voice. “It had that dreadful hat you found in the stables, and a carrot so short it looked as though he’d been in a brawl.”

They both laughed, the sound echoing through the silent garden. The snow muffled everything — even time itself seemed to pause.

“Come on,” Charles said suddenly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s make another one.”

Camilla blinked. “You’re joking. It’s far too cold!” Nonsense. We can’t let our younger selves outshine us.”

And before she could object, he was already scooping up snow, moulding it into a large ball with surprisingly deft hands. Sighing, Camilla joined in, quickly slipping into her gloves.

They worked in silence for a while — two figures bent over in the falling dusk, shaping their snowman like children who had forgotten the world’s expectations. Charles hummed quietly, something that might have been Vivaldi or perhaps one of his own compositions.

“There,” he said finally, stepping back to admire their creation. It stood a little crooked, the head slightly too large, the smile uneven, but to them it was perfect.

Camilla laughed. “He’s a bit lopsided. Rather like us.” She unwound her woollen scarf and looped it around the snowman’s neck. Then, rummaging in her pocket, she produced the crumpled packet of cigarettes. Only one was left.

“Oh dear,” she said, half amused, half resigned. She looked at it for a long moment, then pushed the fag between the snowman’s lips. “There. He can have it. Maybe it’ll stop me from having it.”

Charles’s brows lifted in surprise, but his smile was soft. “You’re serious?”

“I suppose so,” she said, brushing snow from her sleeve. “I’ve promised before, I know. But—well—perhaps it’s time. I’ve got more to live for.” Almost shy she looked up to Charles.

He took her gloved hand again, squeezing it gently. “You’ve always had so much to live for, Darling. But yes...now...," he gulped and looked at her in the most gentle way. Camilla´s breath catching slightly. Even after all these years, after all the trials, he could still make her feel seventeen again.

Charles drew her closer, his arms wrapping around her tightly and resting his face in her hair. She felt the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his coat, the warmth of him radiating through the cold. “Whatever happens,” he murmured against her hair, “we’ll face it together. You know. As always.”She smiled into his shoulder. “Yes, we have."

They stood like that for a long while, snow on their coats, the garden around them glowing faintly in the fading light. Camilla shivered again. "Alright, you old romantic,” she said, “If I`ll stand here any longer, you’ll have to build a snowwoman out of me.”

“Race you to the house then,” Charles laughed, taking her hand.

Hand in hand, laughing, their boots slipping on the snow they run back, catching for breath.

Inside, the warmth of Highgrove, the huge chimney with a crackling fire wrapped around them. Charles helped her out of her coat. "You are freezing," he mischievously whispered.

Ten minutes they cozied up in a hot bath, Camilla leaning into him, playing with his chest hair. “Warm enough now?", he asked while kissing her rosy lips.

“Almost,” she murmured. He grinned. “You’re impossible to please. You know I’d have every window open if I could.” “I know,” she chuckled into his shoulder, “You and your blasted fresh air.”

“Well, it keeps me alive.” She smiled. “So does this,” she whispered, tightening her arms around him, placing a longing kiss on his lips. With a boyish grin Charles closed his eyes and drew her even closer...

[thecclover-fanfictions]

The Proposal

The Highlands lay wrapped in stillness, every blade of grass rimmed with frost, the loch dark beneath a silver sky. At Birkhall, that quiet house of granite and memory, a hush had fallen — the kind of hush that feels like anticipation. The lamps were dimmed, the fire in the sitting room alive with a slow, golden flame. Somewhere beyond the walls, the wind sighed softly through the pines.

Charles stood at the foot of the staircase, dressed in a dinner jacket and black bow tie. His heart beat fast, a steady, treacherous rhythm beneath his waistcoat. In his pocket, the small velvet box waited — heavy, and yet impossibly light.

He had asked her, almost shyly that afternoon, to wear the black velvet gown she had chosen for the New Year’s celebration. “It suited you so beautifully,” he had said, though the words had come out awkwardly, like a boy rehearsing courage.

Now, as the old clock in the hall struck eight, she appeared at the top of the staircase.

Camilla paused beneath the chandelier’s glow, the soft sheen of her gown catching the light like liquid shadow. For a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. The years seemed to fall away — the long struggle, the scrutiny, the waiting — all replaced by this quiet, private radiance.

For a moment the young girl appeared, coming down the staircase from her small apartment in London, smiling at him in the same way, ready for one of their first dates...

She smiled down at him, eyes bright. “You sent everyone home early. What for, darling?”

He managed a laugh, though it came out strained. “I thought we might have the place to ourselves for once.”

Quickly she stepped down, he extended his hand, and she placed hers in it — warm, familiar, utterly his. “You are lovelier than ever,” he murmured. The words trembled out before he could stop them.

They dined in the candlelit room beside the fire. The table was set with simple elegance — white linen, crystal glasses, the faint aroma of steamed fish and lemon filling the air. Bach played softly from the old gramophone, mingling with the sound of the crackling logs.

But conversation faltered. Charles, normally lively and curious, spoke little. He reached across the table more than once to take her hand, holding it as though it were the one thing anchoring him to the world. His eyes lingered on her with a tenderness that seemed almost heavy, as if weighed down by the enormity of feeling.

Camilla, sensitive to every flicker of his mood, grew uneasy. “Darling,” she said at last, with her soft voice, “you’re dreadfully quiet tonight. Is something wrong?”

He smiled — that uncertain, boyish smile she had known since the seventies. “No, no, my dear. Everything’s perfectly right.”

But she saw the truth in his eyes — the nervous pulse at his temple, the tension in his shoulders. Fear rose in her. Something felt different this night. One of those nightmares that sometimes overcame her. What if this was goodbye? What if the Queen had forbidden their future once and for all? The thought chilled her.

Charles saw the panic flicker across her face and rose swiftly, rounding the table to take her in his arms. He could read her dark thoughts, as they simply were able to communicate without words. “Shh,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. “Nothing of the sort. Come — dance with me.”

He led her through the open archway into the smaller sitting room beside the dining room. The fire burned low, casting a mellow light that danced across the old portraits and gilt frames. The music drifted after them — soft strings, faintly echoing.

They moved together in a slow, gentle rhythm — more in embrace than a dance. Camilla’s head rested against his shoulder, her hand curled against his chest, the other hand tightly wrapped around his waist to feel secured. His heart hammered beneath her palm. He kissed her hair now and then, as though gathering strength from her closeness.

"Charles,” she whispered, lifting her head. “You’re trembling.”

He gulped and stepped back slightly, his gaze steady now, though full of emotion. “Forgive me, my darling. I’ve something I must say — something I should have said long ago.”

He stared at her for a second and then sank to one knee before the fire, drawing from his pocket the small velvet box. When he opened it, the flame caught on the diamond ring inside — the ring that had once belonged to his beloved grandmother, Queen Mum.

Charles felt his breath catch in his throat as he knelt before her. His pulse thundered, his heart feared this might still be only a dream. For years, he had imagined asking her — on quiet walks, in long nights apart, in moments when duty had forced him to be away from her but his heart almost burst for her nearness. But never had he truly believed the day would come.

Now, looking up at her, he saw all those years reflected in her face: the laughter, the endurance, the quiet strength she had shown when the world refused to understand. His voice trembled.

“Darling,” he began, and his mouth went dry. He had faced parliaments, councils, and thousands of public events, but never before words felt so immense.

“My darling,” he said, his voice breaking, “will you marry me?”

These simple words, so long imagined, left him almost breathless. Instantly the years of restraint, of quiet longing, of cautious hope — seemed to shatter into light. It was as if he had stepped into a new air, one where he no longer had to hide the truest part of himself.

He searched her face, and in that few seconds the time felt endless.

Camilla’s world had tilted. For one heartbeat she couldn’t move, couldn’t think — her mind a chaos of disbelief and emotion. This couldn´t be true! But there he was, kneeling before her, his hands trembling, his eyes filled with the same deep tenderness she had known all her life. Tears rose before she could stop them. It was everything she had dreamed of — quietly, privately — but never dared to expect. Too much had stood in their way for too long. She had long ago taught herself to be content with what life would allow.

When she finally found her voice, it came as a whisper, shaking and full of wonder. “Of course, my darling.”

And then the air seemed to break open with joy.

Charles let out a sound — half laugh, half sob — and reached for her hands, pressing them to his lips again and again, his eyes wet with relief. Camilla knelt beside him, and for a moment neither could speak. The firelight danced across their faces as they clung to each other, laughing and crying all at once, as though years of quiet sorrow were burning away. All the strain, the public scrutiny, the years of waiting — it all fell from them like a heavy cloak. What remained was something simple, radiant, and utterly human: love, unguarded and at peace.

For the first time, their future did not feel like a fragile dream but something solid, shining, alive before them. The room itself seemed to glow — the crackling fire, the soft music, the snow outside — as though the whole of Birkhall breathed with them in quiet blessing.

And in Charles’s heart, there was only one thought: At last. After 30 years of hope, dreams, devastation and hope again, and most of all their deep, unbreakable love...at last he was at home now.

[thecclover-fanfictions]

Love Will Find It´s Way

There were two seconds silence after the bang, before it loud squealed “Mummy!!!!”. Like greased lighting Camilla jumped up from the picnic blanket and spurted over to the huge old tree. Anxious she shouted: “Tom?!...Tom?!...Tommy!!”, getting panicky little Laura who she left behind on the blanket.

Laura cried louder the more her mother got out of sight, but Camilla had to decide between Tom, who possibly was hurt and the little girl who could just walk in slowly mini steps so far. “Mummy is coming back soon, sweetie!” she shouted to Laura while getting faster to reach Tom.

Her heart almost stopped as she watched him, lying on the stone stairs leading into the lower part of the garden. He still whimpered, but he already could move and pushed the bike aside, which laid on top of him. Camilla jumped down and took him tightly into her arms: “Are you alright, darling?” she cooed him and softly cradled him in her arms. Tom sniffled, but in the way he flung his arms around her neck and how he wept, she knew it wasn´t something serious. More or less just the shock, and a few abrasions on his arms and legs.

“Ma…Ma…,” it still sounded tearful over from the picnic blanket. “Yes, darling,” Camilla shouted back and tried to catch a glimpse of Laura while holding Tom. “Tom, what happened?” she whispered, still cradling him. Tom just sniveled. “Did you try to jump down the stairs with your bike? Maybe so?” Camilla asked lovingly, already knowing the answer. Tom gulped and just mumbled: “Mmhh…” into her shoulder.

“Now come, let’s see…”, she kissed his cheek and let loose of him to watch his scars. Tom wept again as he watched his bloody knees, but his mother tousled his hair and winked to him: “Come on! A piece of chocolate cake will make magic, I´m sure!” “Chocolate cake?” Tom excited asked and jumped up on his feet. “Yes, it´s already waiting, I guess,” Camilla smiled and pointed to the picnic blanket.

And she chuckled as she watched little Laura who had started to make her way over to them, stagger on her little feet like a penguin. “Wait, darling!” Camilla laughed, but Laura had reached out her arms to her and, of course, fell down on the lawn. She started to cry again and sighing Camilla run to her.

It wasn´t always easy these days, she mused. ´And who should care for Tom´s broken bike?´,  it flashed her mind.

Quickly she took Laura into her arms and soothed her, and with Tom clawed into her skirt she scuffled back to the picnic blanket.

They had played doll´s kitchen and the plastic dishes were placed right between the real dishes for the cake. With his right hand Tom grabbed a piece of chocolate cake, with his left hand a red plastic plate from Laura.

Protesting she cried loud again and Camilla closed her eyes for a second. Then she determined took Tom´s cake, placed it on a porcelain plate and pressed Laura a mini piece of cake into her hand. On the spot it was quiet and happy munching her children forgot the world around.

Life was a bit different since the divorce from Andrew, Camilla thought not for the first time…

She exactly could recall the situation in the kitchen, two months after Laura´s birth. Andrew came back from London in the evening and she had cooked a small dinner. Silent they sat opposite each other.

And there was absolutely nothing to say. She had no idea what they could talk about, and Andrew didn´t make an attempt either. He just stared down to his plate and ate. So she tried to talk about Laura and the progresses she made, but Andrew only casually mumbled along.

Then he determined put aside his fork, slipped back with his chair, squared his shoulders and stared at her. Camilla felt there was something in the air, but still she had no idea. She just stared back at him.

Andrew cleared his throat and finally started: “Camilla…” she winced, he almost never called her by her full name. “Camilla, we have to talk about a few things.”

Strangely enough she felt exceptionally calm this moment and leaned back in her chair. “Yes,” she just answered. Andrew intensely adjusted his fork on the table cloth with his index finger, trying to avoid her emotionless gaze, and mumbled: “It´s not as if we are terrible in love, is it?” She said nothing, and Andrew sighed. This was not the way he wanted to start, and it weren´t the words he had concocted in his mind before.

He tried again: “I mean…,” finally he looked up to her, “I mean, we never had a real life together, and…” Camilla still didn´t answer, just calm and attentive watched him. “And…over the years we slipped apart more and more.” Out of the blue a sharp answer hit him: “Are you really wondering at that? Maybe we had seen more often if you´d invited your girlfriends here!” Camilla felt a wave of furiousness rolling up inside her, and her eyes already sparkled in rage. But Andrew inwardly exploded also: “Aha, listen to this! You with your…” Andrew made an exaggerated movement, “BEST FRIEND, His Royal Highness!”

Infuriated Camilla loud exhaled, pushed her chair back and run out of the kitchen. At the stairs she turned around and screamed: “Leave him out of it! Don´t turn the tables!” Andrew screamed back: “Whaaat?” and tried to follow her. Camilla stormed up the steps: “He has nothing to do with our marriage!” “He has a lot to do with our marriage!” Andrew screamed even louder.

Camilla jumped into the bedroom and slammed the door, trying to lock it, but Andrew braced himself against it. “Milla!” he shouted. Raging she shouted back: “Don´t call me this way!”

Suddenly an anxious crying sounded out of Laura´s room, Camilla tore open her door, pushed Andrew aside and run cross the corridor. Shakily she called: “Mummy is here, sweetie!” Trying to brace herself together she took the little girl out of her pram and cradled her: “Sshh…ssshhh, it´s alright, darling…” Laura slowly calmed down, while Camilla reproachful gazed to Andrew, who leaned in the doorframe: “Look, what you´ve done!”

Andrew just sighed and turned around, but was startled as he watched Tom, who shaking and with wide eyes stood in the corridor, heavily snuggling up to his frayed soft toy. “He, little one,” he softly said and bent down to him. He tried to embrace him, but Tom felt almost frozen. “Can´t sleep, it´s loud,” he quietly said and unsure looked over to his mother. Camilla felt totally awful, she wanted to cry, but pressed it down. Still with Laura in her arm she came over and took Tom in her free arm.

“Don´t worry, Tom,” she kissed his cheek, “it´s fine. Shall Mummy bring you to bed?” Tom looked to his father and back to Camilla, he felt that there something was terribly wrong, but his brain couldn´t grasp it. He nodded and waited until Laura was placed back in her cradle. And he needed some extra cuddles and assurance that Mummy and Daddy loved him, to fell back to sleep again.

Andrew had waited in the bedroom, pensive sitting on a chair. Camilla stood in the door frame for a moment, but then stepped in and quietly shut the door. Slowly she scuffled over to the bed and sat down.

They both said nothing, just stared at their feet and didn´t know how to start. “Sorry for my outburst, it wasn´t fair,” Andrew finally confessed. Camilla fumbled at her nails: “Yeah…but…I wasn´t any better.” It was silent again.

“Milla, I know…I´m a complete and utter pig. I always was…” Camilla tried to veto, but Andrew interrupted her with a hand movement. “Yes, you always knew I couldn´t get my hands off other women, and I probably not even tried after we married. That´s one thing.” He pushed his chair closer to her. “The other thing is…we never were the really close and intimate partners…” “But we are friends,” Camilla quickly said, “well, most of the time. But this is important.” “Yes, of course. But we always leaded a quiet different life, didn´t we?” Camilla shrugged shoulders: “Yeah…”

Andrew grabbed her hand, but she slipped out of his grip. “Milla, say to me: Do you still see a future with us? A real and satisfying future?” Camilla gulped, watched him straight in the eyes for a few seconds and then shook her head: “No,” she added quietly.

“I can´t see either,” Andrew whispered and placed his hand on her shoulder. They watched into their eyes mutually, but they both knew nothing was left. They weren´t kind of lovers any more, since a longer time actually, but maybe they could remain friends.

“And…and…I have met someone,” Andrew continued. Camilla felt an uprising rage again: “So, this is the real reason?” She jumped up from the bed and rushed over to the window. Andrew desperately laid his face into his hands and shook his head: “No! No!” Reluctant he came over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder again. Camilla pushed it away.

“No, this is not the reason. I´ve thought about it a longer time now…” “Fine! And I was getting a baby, YOUR baby!” Camilla got louder again. Andrew steadied his hands against the wall: “Yes, yes!! I know! But did you never thought about it?” Way too quickly Camilla answered: “No!”

She tried to breathe calmly and to sort her mind. Then she turned around to Andrew, she had tears in her eyes: “Of course I thought about it. But what should I do? You know the facts.” Andrew nodded: “I know. And believe me or not, I´m really sorry for you.” He patted her back: “He loves you. Very much.” Camilla couldn´t do other, she heavily sobbed and covered her face with her hands.

She went back to the bed and ripped a handkerchief out of the package. If she´d thought about Charles just one moment longer, she would break down. With all her power she pushed aside his face in her mind and sat down.

“So you want a divorce?” she short and somehow sorted asked Andrew. Almost tiptoeing he came back to his chair. He folded his hands, deeply inhaled and answered: “Yes.”

“Fine,” Camilla answered after a long break.

“The children…” she mumbled, but Andrew remained quiet. He didn´t had an answer.

“So, who is the one you´ve met?” she quietly asked after the next minutes silence. On one hand she was absolutely sorted, on the other hand she didn´t know what to think first. Her mind run riot, but she worked like a machine.

Andrew waved aside: “Not yet.” “I think I´ve the right to know.” Andrew sighed: “Well…it´s Rosemary.” Camilla frowned: “Which Rosemary?” But she had a vague premonition. Andrew gulped and wriggled his hands: “Pitman.” Camilla couldn´t do other as loud and hysterical laugh: “Whaaaat? Are you in earnest?” She was a friend of hers and Andrew since a long time, but Camilla had never guessed there was something going on. And she really didn´t fit into Andrew´s string of flings. But maybe this was the point…

Andrew ignored her laughter and stuttered: “It´s really different this time…” “Ah, different to me or all the other girls…?” His hands rushed desperately through his hair: “Camilla, please…” Camilla nodded and tried to get rid of her sarcasm, it was useless anyway and would just embitter her in the end.

“Things are getting slowly, I don´t know. But…” he stopped, he knew he couldn´t find the right words now and he would hurt Camilla even more. “So, you needed to be free, I understand. What´s with her? She is married also!” Andrew raised his hands up in the air: “I said things are getting slowly. I don´t know!”

Sighing Camilla got up: “So, of course. I´m branded as a divorced woman, with two small children, with rumours about me which I don’t dare to think of. And you are free. Fine.” Andrew jumped up: “I know it will be difficult. A challenge. For the both of us. But believe me…I will care for you. You can have everything. The house, the car, enough money, everything…”

Camilla steadied one arm on her hip and shook her head. It was all too much just right now. She just opened the door: “I can´t talk about this now. Otherwise I´m going mad.” She pointed out: “Go. Just go.”

Andrew gulped and couldn´t move. “Go!” she got louder again. So he quickly grabbed his bedding and rushed out. Camilla didn´t answer to his “Good night.”

Confused she stood around for a little while, reassuring that this all was true. And then she run to the phone on her beside locker and dialed the only one number that made sense to her right now.

“Yes?,” it answered after two rings. “Darling? It´s me…” Camilla harried whispered into the phone. She didn´t feel the tears that run down her cheeks and she didn’t even notice that she called Charles “darling” all of the time…

Tom joggled his mother and Camilla got back from her musing. “Mummy, one more?” He pointed at the cake and Camilla just nodded. Laura, with a complete smeared mouth, happily rummaged around with her toy dishes and had completely forgot her sorrows from earlier.

“Tommy…do you want to go to Daddy this weekend?” Camilla carefully asked and stroke through Tom´s hair. She still wasn´t sure how Tom had handled the situation, but probably it still would need time. Well, Andrew was rarely at home, not even regularly at the weekends, and one and a half year ago he moved out completely.

Tom just made a sound that didn´t mean neither “yes” nor “no”. Camilla decided to ask later again. Laura would stay here anyway, they had tried one time, but she had cried all night long and Camilla had to pick her up in the very early morning.

Yes, it wasn´t so much that she had to care for the children and the house by herself. In fact, it was hardly different to what she had done before. But the feeling was different. The knowing, that she was alone. Though she could call Andrew any time, though she had her parents, her siblings and, of course…Charles.

Camilla brightly smiled, but watched down and twined her hands. Her heart just run by thinking of her little prince, who brought so much joy and love to her life. She couldn´t say that he ever was away from her, he never was. But after this phone call, in the night when they decided the divorce, and when Charles assured her his unending love and support, in all aspects of life, their relationship changed again.

He was there in the afternoon, an hour after Andrew drove back to London. They said nothing, just tightly embraced for a long time. And as she watched into his eyes finally, she knew that he was earnest. More than ever. The rest of the boy was gone, she watched into the eyes of a young man who was determined to keep his word. And he would.

Though their relationship was actually hopeless, Camilla reminded herself. Charles didn´t want to know anything about it, but she was sure. Almost…

But the whole difference in her life was how some people viewed her. Divorce wasn´t so uncommon any longer. But especially in her circle, despite many dramas lurked beneath the surface (Camilla knew of really many…), it still was a hot topic. She had no problems in her daily routine, but she had lost some friends. Still, she wasn´t sure if it ever had been friends then.

Probably some of them where just unsure how to handle with this, but she still felt embarrassed by the fact that Andrew hadn´t lost one single of his friends. And he could marry again, no one would care. It was always different with men. If she would marry again…but…Camilla laughed. Whom should she marry? The one person she loved to death was not an option…

Laura squealed with joy suddenly and wriggled her arms. Camilla looked at the subject of her pleasure and squealed also. Quickly she got up and run cross the lawn into the wide spread arms of Charles.

“Daaaarling!”, she called. Charles just laughed, as always his face flooded with happiness, and smacked her lips. He tightly embraced and cradled her and Camilla mumbled into the crook of his neck: “Thought you would come later.” “I have finished work already.” Now she heartily laughed: “Finished work? Since when?” Charles got even happier by her bell-like voice, watched her face full of pleasure and pinched her nose then: “Well, I just couldn´t wait any longer.”

They both tried to brace themselves together in front of the children, but embracing and a kiss now and then wasn´t new to the kids.

Camilla touched his cheeks with both her hands and traced his face. She satisfied smiled: “You are much better today.” Charles grabbed her wrists tenderly and grinned like a Cheshire cat, but most of all very relieved. But he just answered: “Yes, much better.”

He didn´t talk about the reason, and he didn´t talk about the reason why he was so troubled and in constantly rows with his parents. Camilla guessed it had to do with the sudden death of Uncle Dickie, but Charles denied it. Of course he mourned for him, but this was another topic. It remained a riddle to her, most due to the fact that Charles shared all of his sorrows and secrets with her usually. But he always insisted she should trust in him. Which she did.

He chuckled in adoration as he watched over to the picnic blanket. Laura had started again and wide smiling toddled across the lawn. Charles jumped to her and picked her up: “Ooooooooh, let´s see! Who is this little princess here!” Laura happily squeaked again and patted Charles´s cheeks with her smeared hands. He didn´t care, just laughed. “Yummy, yummy! Did you have some chocolate, sweetie?” Laura squeaked once more, but now someone pushed at Charles´s trousers.

He looked down into Tom´s wretchedly face. “He, what happened, little knight?” Charles asked sympathetic. Tom pointed at his wounded knees and showed his elbows. “Oh no! Come tell me!” Tom pouted and had tears in his eyes: “Fell down. With the bike.” Charles kneeled down and let Laura slip on the lawn. Out of the corner of his eyes he watched Camilla who made faced behind Tom that everything was alright actually.

But Charles stayed serious and carefully blew on Tom´s scratches. “It will be much better soon,” he reassured him. But Tom had forgotten his tears very quickly, the main thing was just that Sir had “admired” his injuries.

“What´s with the bike?” he asked Camilla. She shrugged shoulders: “It´s broken, but maybe Papa is here next week. It´s there at the steps.” Without one word Charles took the bike and pushed it in the hands of his officer who discreetly waited at the house. “You will have it back tomorrow, little knight.” Tom stared at Charles as if he was the greatest hero on earth.

“Have you eaten something, darling?” Camilla asked him as Tom was run away to look for his toy plane. “Yeah…somehow around midday…” “I will make you a sandwich. You really have to take care more of you.” Camilla knew if he said around midday, he actually meant the early morning.

Charles vetoed, she shouldn´t do such things for him as she had enough to do. But she just went into the house.

As she looked out of her kitchen window, the sandwich almost finished, she watched Charles having Laura back in his arms. She grinned and laughed happy, wriggled her arms and squeaked as he raised her up in the air again and again. He had forgotten anything around, just marveled at the little girl. Tom run around them in circles with his plastic plane and made noising sounds.

But somehow Charles felt her gaze laying on him and he stopped. Their eyes locked through the window pane, as they did so very often. And he was so full of adoration and love for her, and a thing she still couldn´t grasp.

“Love you, darling…” formed her lips and Charles smiled even wider. He took Laura´s hand and waved at her. “Look, there´s Mummy,” he mumbled, “your wonderful Mummy.”

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The Right Girl...Part Six

The happiest and, in his eyes, the luckiest young man in this universe jumped out of his Aston Martin Volante. He hardly took the time to shut his car door, let alone to give a sign to his security officer who just parked close behind the Aston with a Range Rover. In fact, he almost forgot that the officer was there. On his way to the place that seemed to be paradise he drove in full speed, ignored many of the traffic rules and didn´t care if his officer could follow him or not.

He probably owned the most gorgeous bachelor pad in London, an apartment in the heart of Buckingham Palace: huge, grand and full of luxury.  But this almost shabby little girl flat here seemed much cosier and more attractive than his full-service home. Here he got a clue of real privacy and what real life means. And here his girlfriend lived, the probably best reason to call it paradise.

Yes, his girlfriend! Charles rapt a smile. The girl who was heaven-sent, who appeared just out of the blue and was so right from the start. The right girl, his wonderful girl!

He didn´t even know her for four weeks now, but life was good yet. Life wasn´t dark and difficult and complicated any longer. It was bright, easy and full of joy. At least, if he was with her. And this was the problem. His days were full of duties all over the country and so often he had just the chance to talk to her on the phone. But for hours then. Hanging up the phone was hell every time, yesterday he called her back immediately after he had just ended. And they talked the next half an hour, saying good-night again and again.

Granny had caught him. Yesterday she had caught him. He was invited for lunch between two engagements and he hadn´t just entered the door of Clarence House as she already knew it. She could read it in his eyes and his face and, the most remarkable, he didn´t call her every night as he did since years.

Charles excited told her everything. That he fell in love with her right from the start, that she was wonderful and perfect and just right for him. While telling to his granny his face blushed more and more in excitement, his eyes were flooded with adoration and he brightly grinned. Granny embraced him happy and cupped his face.

And he told her how many things they had in common. They loved the same music, the same jokes, the same flowers, riding, walking…Charles just couldn´t stop. Granny hold his hand while listen to him and smiled lovingly. She was determined to know who had stolen the heart of her darling little boy and had made him so happy. Finally happy. But she didn´t ask him. It was too early to ask and she would find out anyway.

But something he hadn´t told her. That they had another common hobby. Kissing and cuddling.  

From the thing he found disgusting and ridiculous just three weeks ago, he couldn´t get enough now. There could hardly be something better than inhaling her smell while holding her in his arms, feeling her soft lips, stroking her hair and her cheeks while exchanging deep kisses. He had learned that such kisses and caresses were another way to say “I love you”. And it was great fun, it prickled and tickled and let the stomach tumble, after thousands of kisses it still wasn´t boring and felt always fresh and new.

All in all, the best way to be so close to her. At least Charles tried to convince himself. He knew about the “other thing”, he had tried out before, once. But it was horrible, awkward and nasty. And so, he actually never wanted to do it again.

But in the last three days there was something different. He had dropped in for half an hour before rushing to one of those boring dinners. He had surprised Camilla with his visit and she was overjoyed. They hardly were able to shut the door, kissing “hello”, tickling and giggling seemed to be more important. Somehow, they managed to land on the sofa and first they even talked a bit between their kisses. But suddenly Camilla stopped, leaned her head against the rest and watched him. Her legs dangled over his lap and she gently caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. She always looked at him so lovingly, but now her gaze changed. But Charles couldn´t figure out what was different with her now. She still smiled in the way that reached his soul and his heart. But now even more or not or…it was somehow different. But it felt good and gave him even more heart warmth. He took her in his arms and pecked her lips.

Camilla just grabbed his neck and started to kiss him deeply. She loosened a bit from him, just enough to look into his eyes again. Through Charles body run a shiver, this gaze really felt so new. She whispered gently: “Darling, I love you.” Though it came directly out of his heart, he just stumbled: “I…I…love you, too…darling.” Somehow, he was very excited now.

He felt her tongue inside him again. Actually, she kissed him as she always did. But much more passionate, yearning and harder now. And it made things to Charles. He felt lost, but not in a bad way. It just swirled around inside him more than ever and he tightly grabbed her to find hold and to be as close as possible to her. Actually, it felt so very good, he never wanted to let come it to an end. Something undefinable wandered down his spine, concentrated in his stomach and jerked right between his legs.

And this feeling had nothing to do with the things he sometimes did to himself. It was way more intensive and it felt warm and intimate.

He hadn´t really recognized that they were sunk down on the sofa now and he laid between her bent legs. Camilla´s right feet wandered up and down his left leg and her hands gently pulled out his shirt of his trousers. Her fingertips prickled and burned at the same time on his bare skin, tenderly she traced circles on his back.

Charles begun slightly to move between her legs, he just couldn´t lie still any longer. Unconsciously he answered her kiss in the same way, his hands were buried under her body, holding her still in a tight embrace.

But his hands just loosened from his brain, at least his left hand. He just slipped under her shirt and felt her soft and cuddly curves. A flash run through his body and his mind. He almost forgot the kiss and one half of his brain told his hand to stop, the other half demanded to go on. Camilla stopped the kiss completely and her eyes found his again. She knew what was up with him. She knew and she felt that he was very unexperienced.

But she really didn´t mind, she loved him the way he was. And she loved that he would make his experiences with her. And she just wanted him to be happy. With her and all the things they already did and still would do. And she already loved the feeling of his fingertips and his tongue, he was so gently and lovingly, though still a bit shy.

Charles stared back at her; his hand lay on her stomach. Camilla gave him an encouraging smile and her eyes told him that he did it right. Her fingertips caressed his face again and her lips just formed the words: “I love you.” Heavy breathing Charles dared to move up again and his fingertips touched her bra. He pressed out a short moan and sunk deeper into her eyes. Camilla smiled even more, her eyes beamed at him and…in this moment the door opened and Virginia stepped in.

There was nothing else Charles could think of during the night. The dinner had run for him. He was hardly able to follow any conversations. Every face and eyes he watched there turned into her sparkle, every voice changed into hers and by every handshake he remembered the soft skin under her shirt. And the lace he had touched let his imagination run riot… He still felt her eyes glued on his with this passionate gaze, her tongue kissing him so deep and longing and her fingertips tracing his back. Something had changed in their relationship now, he knew it. Somehow, he felt that something really great was waiting for him. But he couldn´t imagine how it would be, and he didn´t know what he should do, so he scared it. He tried to push aside his thoughts, less successful indeed.

Back home his mind still circled around the scene on the sofa. He decided to take a short shower and straight to go to bed to find a distracting sleep.

With closed eyes he felt pelting down the hot water on his body. More and more he became relaxed and forgot the time. The warmth that embraced his body now let his mind wander to her embraces. And his mind did other things to him. He was back on the sofa and laid between her legs. But she was naked. His hand laid on her stomach again and wandered up to touch her bare breasts. He hadn´t an exactly imagination of what she´d look like. But he knew she was just beautiful. As the hand in his mind had gently touched the breast in his mind, he felt something almost painful in the real world. He opened his eyes and looked down on him. And he watched the most massive erection he ever had.

Winced he almost slipped down and tried to find hold on the wall. Heavy breathing, he still watched his erection. He was ashamed, had he tainted her with his “dirty” thoughts? So, he just turned on the cold water…

And now he stood excited in front of her door again. He was happy to see her again, to take her in his arms and of course, in one corner of his brain lurked the thought of his last visit here. But he would have the next experience tonight. They would go to a nightclub, Annabel´s. Charles never before had visited one, he just knew the small disco from university, which really wasn´t his favourite place. But Annabel´s was much more exclusive, his sister Anne was already a regular visitor and everything there was very discreet.

He rang the bell, one second later the sun rose up. With an almost cry of joy a blonde whirlwind flew into his arms and kissed him. And Charles felt again that something had linked into him right now. In her presence he was much more self-confident and at ease, sometimes he wondered how he stayed alive until four weeks ago.

He spotted Virginia, who just slipped into her shoes to leave. He had met her three times now, she seemed to be nice, but he wouldn´t recognize her outside this flat, as he only had eyes for his girlfriend.

Virginia watched them out of the corner of her eyes. She still couldn´t believe that her bubbly flat mate had hooked the Prince of Wales. But seeing them together seemed so very natural. They fitted so perfectly right from the start; it was almost scary. And it seemed as if they were made for each other, Virginia thought again. She couldn´t imagine any longer a Camilla without a Charles and a Charles without a Camilla. And she wondered how this story would go on.

Virginia left after a short curtsey to Charles and patted Camilla´s back. “See you tomorrow.”, she mumbled, as she would stay with her new boyfriend. Amazingly it was Camilla´s uncle, who was much older than her, but mind-blowing. The world is somehow crazy, she thought, while leaving.

Camilla took Charles´s hand and pushed him into her room. He sat down on her bed and watched her doing her hair in front of the mirror. She desperately moaned: “Aahh…I have horrible hair, it isn´t a hairdo, it’s a disaster!” Right out of his heart Charles answered: “I love your hair. You really should never change it.” With a hair slide between her lips she mumbled, while combing her hair back and forth: “You love my hair!? Are you serious?” “Absolutely. You don´t need hair slides or another hairdo. I love it the way it is.” And everything else too, he added in his mind, as his eyes wandered down her body. As always, she looked breathtaking, but today he recognized even more her wonderful curves, perfect underlined by her short silver-coloured cocktail dress. It ended a palm above her knees, was sleeveless and though it didn´t show anything of her cleavage it was clear what she had hidden under the cloth.

As if she had read his mind Camilla turned around to him. She put aside her accessories and kneeled between his legs. Her hands laid on his thighs and she looked straight and deep into his eyes. Her heart started to bump heavier as she knew there was nothing to wait for any longer. She also couldn´t hardly think of anything else than her last meeting with Charles, though they hadn´t mentioned it with one word during their phone calls.

Charles felt that there was something in the air now. His eyes gave her a mixture of shyness, panic, pleasant expectation and totally adoration. As Camilla laid her hand on his cheek and leaned forward to him he gulped and steadied on the bed. She rapt a smile to her little prince and kissed him gently. First his lips, then along his cheeks to his ear and down his neck. Charles felt a tickle on every spot she had kissed and as she breathed: “I love you, darling!” into his ear, her hot breathe and her voice sent him a shiver down his spine. She kissed lovingly back her way to his lips, looked into his eyes again with this special gaze and gently pushed him down on the bed.

Charles heart run even faster, one part of his brain panicked and told him to run away from here, the much bigger part told him to close his eyes and to enjoy her nearness. Camilla cradled between his legs, hold his face with both of her hands and gently sucked his lips. Again and again, until Charles felt the tip of her tongue gliding along. Oh yes, he wanted to kiss her now and opened his lips. Camilla didn´t lose one second and entered him. But she didn´t kiss him that passionate as the last time. She just tickled his tip now and then, circled slightly around and got out of his mouth. And then she started again. But Charles became impatient now. He longed for her kiss from the last time, so very much now.

Finally he embraced her tightly and his tongue entered her throat. Covetous he begun to play with her and Camilla giggled. That was what she actually wanted. She didn´t want to overrun him, she wanted to free him from his panic. Charles did understand and giggled into her mouth too. Between his kisses he mumbled: “You little, little minx!” He even turned her around to lay on her back and took the lead again. At least with kissing. He was so into it, he didn´t recognized that Camilla had started to unbutton his shirt.

As she laid her hands on his chest he winced, but pressed stronger against her hands immediately. It felt incredibly good, it felt electrifying, even more as she slightly massaged him and got down to unbutton his shirt completely. Reaching his waistline let him shiver once again, harder now, but he just wanted her to continue. Camilla managed to free him from his shirt and Charles didn´t feel awkward one bit to be half naked. She turned him around now again, kneeled beside him and her fingers traced down from his chest to his waistline in small circles. Again and again, with slightly more pressure. Now and then she looked up to him and smiled lovingly, but Charles couldn´t take away his eyes from her face. How really wonderful she was, he thought. He still couldn´t believe his luck to have a girlfriend like her. And how wonderful the things were, she did to him. He was still very excited, but his panic was gone as he trusted her completely.

His fingers touched her cheek and she just bent down to kiss him again. She cradled between his legs anew and they sunk down into each other. Feeling her on his half naked body let Charles mind swirl, it was all so very different to his traumatic “first time”. And it felt even more different as Camilla stopped the kiss and her tongue traced down his neck to his chest. Charles held his breathe and clawed into her shoulders. What would she do now?!

Her tongue tipped his nipple, circled around before she gently started to suck. Charles just moaned, in surprise and as it had sent a flash right between his legs. With wide eyes he stared at the ceiling, waiting what would come next and hoping that she won´t stop it. She stopped, but just for one second. As he felt her tongue caressing the other nipple he couldn´t suppress the next moan. In fact, he even didn´t recognize his moans. He tried to control his heavy breath and the huge knot that slowly built up in his stomach. And the strange feeling that wandered from his stomach directly to the thing between his legs.

And the thing between his legs finally acted on his own as Camilla wandered down his chest to his stomach, her nails traced along his waistline and her tongue slipped around his navel. Slowly, very slowly she kissed down to his waistline and Charles trousers almost exploded now. He couldn´t deny the huge bulge any longer, it almost painfully pressed against his boxers and he was hardly in control of himself now. His eyes started to see colours and stars, his chest heavy sunk up and down and he trembled. As Camilla opened his zip, he had to bit his lower lip and arched his head back. She just ripped down his trousers and his knickers and his hard and huge erection jumped out.

Shocked Charles stared at his swollen towering penis, it was almost dark red, he had never watched it like this before. It was even bigger as during his shower a few days ago. Camilla knew, if she would touch him there now it would send him directly over the edge. So, she cradled up to him now and laid beside him. Her arm slipped under his head and her free hand touched his cheek again. She turned him around, her lips touched his and she whispered calmly: “Ssshhh…darling. Everything is alright. I love you, darling, I love you!” Charles tried to come down a bit and nodded heavy breathing. He closed his eyes and grabbed her head, pressing her in the crook of the neck. He gulped and exhaled again and again. Finally he was able to speak again and whispered back desperately: “And I love you so much! But it´s so…you are so…I don´t know…I´m not so exp…” Camilla closed his lips with her index finger and kissed him again. “Sshhh…it´s alright, darling. You are wonderful. I love you.” And more quietly again: “I love you, I love you…” Charles just hugged her and kissed her deeply again. Something inside him wanted everything now. He wanted to see her, to feel her, to be very close to her.

Camilla loosened from him, stroke his forehead and quietly asked him: “Do you want to open my zip?” Through Charles body jumped a kick, of course he wanted it. But he still felt too shy and he didn´t know what it would do to him. Just the imagination of her naked body…Camilla kneeled on the mattress, just took his hand and straightened him up. She encouraging smiled to him and guided his hand to her back. Charles came closer to her and finally he grabbed the zip and pushed it down. Camilla bent forward to kiss him again and placed his hands on her waist. Charles stared breathless to his hands and did nothing. So, she just slightly straightened up, grabbed his hands and joint they pushed up her dress to her waist.

Just her flawless, well-trained legs let Charles gulp again. His hard penis started to pulsating now, but as Camilla encouraged him to take off her dress completely he just felt a heavy aching there. With an open mouth he stared at her huge breasts, her curvy hips and back to her breasts. Though they were still covered into a white lace bra it almost kicked him out. His mind run riot, he felt like in a dream or a movie, somehow it completely overwhelmed him. Actually, he desperately wanted to touch her and to explore this perfect and inviting curves. But he felt like a little, insecure boy, frightened to do something wrong. Camilla felt his pain and took the lead again. She took his hands and placed them on her cleavage. Charles had problems to stay in this world, this was way more than he still could bear. He loudly moaned and his hands run uncontrolled over her treasures.

Camilla embraced him again and kissed his ear: “Darling, darling…sshhh, we´ve all the time in the world!” Charles was still able to nod, but his mouth didn´t obey him any longer. As well as the rest of his body. He just fell back on the mattress again, looked up to his girlfriend and reached out his hand to her. Camilla pecked his lips, smiled lovingly to him and opened her bra. Charles breath stopped. Just the way she stripped it off of her shoulders sent Charles to the next level. But the sight of her naked breasts almost killed him. Charles couldn´t imagine a more perfect cleavage than hers. Everything was wonderful: her size, the shape, those rosy nipples…his mind couldn´t find the right words. All what he felt was his even more aching erection and his mind slowly said good-by to this world. And as she bent down to kiss him, her breasts touched his chest and Charles just exploded. A huge jerk run through his body, it heavy ached between his legs and he felt like being flung through the air. He was away for one second, screamed loudly and his nails had dig into the upper arms of his girlfriend.

It took some moments until he was back again. He still heavy breathed, but he didn´t tremble any longer and the huge knot in his stomach had lose. Somehow, he felt more at ease now.

His girlfriend had snuggled up to him and played with his chest hair. She kissed his cheek now and then and he patted her hand with still closed eyes. He hadn´t recognized that she quickly had cleaned the little disaster between his legs.

As he hesitantly turned his head to her he felt a bit frightened how she would react now. But he was watched by two beaming and most lovingly eyes, and Camilla didn´t wait one second to kiss him again. Charles immediately forgot everything and sunk down in her kiss. He finally could enjoy it to the full and he gave back to her everything he had as well. Catching for breath they turned around on the bed, their tongues strongly intertwined and their bodies closely entwined.

But Charles wanted to do other things now. He stopped kissing and steadied on his elbows. For a few seconds he just looked down at her, his eyes overflowed with love for her. He just breathed: “Thank you.” Camilla frowned: “For what?” Charles shortly kissed her lips instead an answer. But his mind added: for not laughing at me, for taking me seriously, for wanting to be close to me, for loving me.

He rolled beside her and his gaze wandered up and down on her. “You are so very beautiful,” he adoring whispered to her. Camilla felt that he really meant it and her heart jumped again for her romantic prince. Charles slightly lifted up his hand and quietly, almost shy, asked her with puppy eyes: “May I touch you?” Actually she had to giggle now, but his voice and his behaviour were so full of respect, love and adoration for her, she was very moved. She just whispered back: “Of course you may.” Her fingers caressed his face and she couldn´t take away his eyes from this so special young man. How could she not love him? At the moment she didn´t care for anything else in her life, the most important thing was this precious little prince here, who was so full of surprises and who had captured her heart almost stormily.

Slowly, carefully and gently Charles`s hand touched her right breast. He was sure, never before he had felt something so wonderful. It was soft and tight at the same time; it was warm and it did something to him again. He deeply breathed and carefully his hand glided up and down. Between his legs it started to pulsating again, but luckily not in the same aching way as before. He tried to do it a bit harder, but still tenderly, and at least the thing between his legs liked it. Insecure he looked up to Camilla, but she had placed her hand on his neck and smiled lovingly to him. “It feels so wonderful, darling.”

Charles was more confident now and went on. And somehow this rosy nipple under his palm felt different now. He took away his hand and couldn´t resist to place a kiss on it. Camilla winced and grabbed his neck tighter. Charles had already closed his eyes and enjoyed the flavour of her soft skin there. And the thing between his lips felt so good, unconsciously he started to suck and lick at it. The more her nipple became harder, the more he enjoyed it and his hand started to massage her breast again. Camilla had closed her eyes and she loud and deeply exhaled. Somehow Charles did all the right things to her, somehow he just guessed what she liked.

Meanwhile Charles had scrambled between her legs and caressed both her breasts. His lips and his tongue wandered over her breasts and he just couldn´t get enough to suck at her and to touch her. It was a completely new experience to him, but he was sure he would love it until the end of his life. At least he would love it to do with Camilla. And obviously she liked it too. She had closed her eyes, a lightly smile on her lips and her chest heavy sunk up and down. Tenderly her hands caressed the upper part of his back and tousled his hair now and then. Charles felt happy. He just wanted to please her, he wanted to do things to her she would like.

And the more she liked it, the more he was aroused again. The sight of her body, her curves, those incredible breasts and the feeling of all these treasures bedazzled his mind. His penis towered already in full bloom again.

But he wanted to discover more of her adorable body. His hands wandered down to her stomach and his fingers felt along her outline of the body. Once again, he thanked God that she wasn´t one of those Twiggy girls. He loved every gram at her hips, he even wouldn´t mind of a little bit more. He kissed up and down her stomach, deeply smelling her wonderful flavour, a mixture of peaches and wild roses. From now on this would be his favourite flavour at all.

He stopped at her waistline. She was still wearing her panties and he didn´t know what to do. Blushed he looked up to Camilla again. She still had closed her eyes and heavy breathed, but she felt Charles insecurity. Tenderly she grabbed his hands and laid them on her panties. Charles understood and with a heavy bumping heart he slipped it down.

Somehow, he still couldn´t believe that a real woman lay in his arms. This sudden thought scared him again, though he just couldn´t get his eyes away from the cute little triangle with the dark curls. It looked so very inviting to him, he wanted to touch her there with his fingers, his lips and his tongue. But he didn´t dare.

He heard her gentle voice: “Darling, darling, come here.” He got up to her again and Camilla embraced him. Feeling her love gave him back much of his confidence and he just kissed her, very deeply. Camilla answered his kiss but grabbed his hand at the same time. She guided him down between her legs and placed his fingers gently on her slightly wet lips. Charles winced, he hadn´t expect this feeling.

But Camilla continued kissing, crossed fingers with him and joint they glided up and down. Slowly Charles liked it, or better, he loved it. It felt strange, but it aroused him even more, and he had the feeling these soft lips under his fingers became even wetter the more he caressed her. He couldn´t suppress a few moans and as Camilla finally placed his index and his middle finger on her pearl, he felt this aching flash between his legs again.

She helped him to trace gently circles around her clit, but Charles had learned quickly. Just out of his mind, or probably out of his heart, he found the right rhythm immediately. Camilla couldn´t help, she just started to moan quietly. Charles heart lifted up, he obviously did the right thing. He tried to give more pressure and Camilla reacted with louder moans. He wondered, obviously this cute little thing started to grow now. But it felt good to him. He kissed her, gave even more pressure and felt that she pressed his lower body tightly against his fingers now. Her hand had clawed into his back. He tried to hold the rhythm and felt that she kissed him even deeper now. Her body started to move, he circled around her now very wet clit a bit faster and gave still a little more of pressure. Suddenly she shortly trembled, her nails dug into his flesh and she gave a single loud moan. He had stared at her face all the time and was in love with her cute grimacing.  With rosy cheeks and beaming eyes she smiled at him now and embraced him. She couldn´t believe that he had taken her already so far.

It wasn´t the greatest orgasm she ever had. But it felt different than ever before. It felt right, it was more than sexual, it felt intimate in a very special way, it was a mutual happiness. Although she couldn´t deny that the sheer sight of her naked little prince attracted her immense. His manly chest, his chest hair, his trained arms and legs, his perfect butt, his erected penis…she was in love with his body. And she felt that their bodies were like magnets, that there was an incredible chemistry between them, that they just were at the beginning of something really big and special.

She pressed her face against his and giggled, but just out of her happiness. Charles tried to kiss her, but his body longed for more. For much more. A huge power inside him forced him to do something, but his mind fought against it. He just didn´t know how to start it, how to tell his girlfriend what he really needed now. But, of course, Camilla felt it.

She pressed more against him and wrapped her right leg around his waist. Charles heavily breathed, his heart raced as he knew it would happen now. But he was frozen, he laid there stock-still. He felt her tongue slipping into his mouth, and she was able to kiss him in an even more arousing way. Her tongue felt hot and silky at the same time, but the way she played with him was breathtaking and mind-swirling.

He moaned into her mouth again and again as her hand slipped between their entwined bodies and grabbed his swollen dick. Charles tried to find hold on everything he could grab: the bed sheets, her hair, her shoulders.

She slowly rolled on her back, without realising it Charles followed her move and steadied on his knees between her legs. They still kissed, but Camilla spread her legs wider, her free hand grabbed his bottom and slowly she let him enter her.

It hit Charles like a hammer, he was kicked from a huge flash, his world was upside down. He just didn´t groan, he yelled out loudly. His mind wasn´t able to work out what he felt. It was as she had fully embraced him, it felt warm and secure, but on the other hand his body run riot absolutely. Just the imagination that he was inside her now with his red swollen dick, that her naked breast pressed against his naked chest and that he moved inside her wonderful wetness, let him almost faint.

Camilla felt that he wouldn´t able to hold it two seconds longer in this position. But she wanted them to enjoy this moment a bit longer. She whispered into his ear: “Darling….darling, turn around!” Charles had problems to understand her simple words, but at least he was able to nod under his heavy moans. With sadness he got out of her and let fall on his back.

Quickly Camilla kissed him once more before her face glided down on him, tracing her way with the tip of his tongue to his navel. Charles had grabbed her hair and moved impatient under her caressing. Though it were just a few seconds, it felt endless to him until she finally grabbed his hands and scrambled onto him. One last time she bent forward to peck his lips, then she slowly sunk down on him.

Charles had closed his eyes, his nails dug into her back of the hands and he bit his lower lip. A long and deep groan came out of him and he opened his eyes again. His girlfriend sat on top of him, smiled beaming and lovingly and started to move slowly. Charles was hit from the next kick. Starting from the point where their bodies met, huge waves of pleasure rushed through him. He felt his blood pressure rising up again and inside his stomach built up the next huge knot.

And he just couldn´t take away his eyes from her. Her blushed face seemed even more beautiful to him, those waving breasts with these hard nipples almost killed him, her spread legs gave him an open view to her cute, wet lips. He watched his dick going in and out of her and this sight carried him really on the edge now. Somehow, he managed to steady on his elbows now, actually he wanted to embrace her. But he already was too weak, his body trembled heavily, his legs rushed uncontrolled over the bed sheet and he fall back.

Camilla bent forward; her hands steadied on the mattress. Charles wanted to say to her how much he loved her, but he wasn´t able to. Camilla understood, she lovingly kissed him again. Her little prince couldn´t wait any longer, so she tightened her muscles to enclose him more and got up and down on him faster. Charles stopped breathing, grabbed her breasts and arched his head back.

He exploded for the second time this night, but now his mind was full of stars, colours and lights. His body was overflowed with warmth and love, it was like hanging in the air for a short time and doing somersaults, he felt light and at ease. And the best was, he held his girlfriend in his arms…

Even minutes later Charles had tightly embraced her and kissed her over and over. Again and again he whispered into her ear: “Darling, my darling…I love you…” He looked into her happy face and just knew he would love her forever. No matter what would happen, he would love her forever.

They snuggled up for some time now, Camilla leant her head against his chest with closed eyes and inhaled his smell. She couldn’t stop smiling, she had made her boyfriend happy and had shown him a little part of paradise. And she was sure, they would explore even more of this paradise from now on. She grabbed his hand and kissed every tip of his fingers. Charles giggled and brightly smiled to her. She looked up to him and his adoring gaze filled her heart. She pressed his hand against his cheek and twinkled to him. She knew, they were even closer now. They weren´t just lovers deeply in love with each other, they were best friends, intimate and confident. Once again, she forced herself not to think about their future. They lived now, today, and today was perfect…

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The Right Girl...Part Five

With crossed arms Virginia leaned at the door frame of the small kitchen and watched her flatmate Camilla. It wasn´t just her flatmate, it was her friend. And she was worried about her friend now.

“What are you doing, Milla?” Virginia sober asked her. Camilla didn´t react. She had rubber gloves on, a very rare sight, and scrubbed the sink. “Milllaaa!” Virginia didn´t give up. “I´m cleaning,” Camilla mumbled but didn´t look up to her friend. “You´ve already cleaned it yesterday!” “Yes, but´s dirty again.”

Virginia stepped into the kitchen, her hands steadied on her waist, and asked her again, almost demanding: “Miillaa, what´s up with you?” Camilla tried to stay cool, shortly looked up to her and smiled a mechanical smile: “What should be? Everything is alright. Really. And didn´t you want to meet your friends already?” Virginia came closer: “So I will tell you what´s up with you! Since three days you´re tidying up and cleaning the whole flat like you never did before! In fact, the times you´ve cleaned up I can count on one hand! You rarely speak, you´re eating almost nothing, you have the telephone hidden in your room and I have to ask you to make a call!”

Camilla affected to continue cleaning, but she just scrubbed the same spot all the time. Suddenly Virginia inhaled sharply and asked her with a much gentler voice: “Darling, have you met someone?” Camilla didn´t answer, just scrubbed the same spot. “Are you in love?…You are in love, aren´t you? And he is coming here, now. That´s why you behave so strange and want me to leave soon.” Camilla shortly looked up to her, but didn´t say something. “And it´s not Andrew. For sure it´s not Andrew. You´ve never made a fuss like this with him!”

Camilla exhaled, put aside the sponge and steadied on the edge of the sink. “Yes, I´ve met someone. And he is coming here today. Soon.” Virginia laid her hand on Camilla´s back. “And why didn´t you talk to me, sweetie?” Camilla pulled off her gloves. “Well, it´s not that easy…” Virginia laughed now: “Why? Is he a secret agent or is he utterly ugly or something like that?” Camilla turned her head towards her and Virginia was slightly shocked. Her whole face beamed now and her eyes sparkled with a happiness she never saw before. Camilla was always lively and in best moods, but this here was new to her. “No, he is wonderful and great!” She smiled even more now. “And I´ve the feeling we are knowing for years, it´s just like…” Unconsciously she laid her hands on her heart: “…two peas in a pot.”

Virginia just mumbled: “Alright, it´s serious.” Camilla shrugged her shoulders and looked down on the floor. Virginia crossed her arms again: “Who is it? Do I know him?” Camilla chewed her lower lip. Virginia wiggled her index finger playfully: “Don´t try to lie to me, Milla! You just can´t lie, you know!” Camilla sighed and looked up to the ceiling: “Yes, probably you know him. But not really.” “What does that mean? What´s his name?” Virginia was confused, Camilla rarely talked in riddles. “Aaahhh…his name is Charles.” “What Charles? Do you mean the brother of Sue? What´s the problem? He´s a nice guy!” “No, not this Charles. As I said before, you know him, but not really.” “Alright. The younger brother of our neighbour is a Charles, too…” Camilla interrupted her with shaking her head: “No, no! I can´t say anything more yet.”

Virginia gave up sighing: “So, then, at least, let`s find a nice dress for you. Probably your mysterious Charles is more interested in a pretty Camilla as in a clean living room.” Camilla looked at the clock and was scared, he could be here in about ten minutes! She rushed over to her room, Virginia followed her giggling. Camilla jerked out a yellow dress and showed it to Virginia. “No, Milla. Take the floral dress, it´s perfect.” Camilla hesitated: “Hhmm…or better the dark blue?” Virginia heartily laughed now: “You are really, really in love, darling! Usually you never care about your dresses! Take the floral dress, believe me!” Camilla quickly tossed away her shirt and jeans and slipped into the dress. Virginia laughing put up the clothes from the floor, luckily Camilla hadn´t changed really. She turned around in front of her and Virginia smiled satisfied: “You look good enough to eat, Milla!”

Virginia hurried to leave now, she wanted to be fair to Camilla. Obviously she wasn´t ready to introduce her secret friend to her, so she left her alone. And, of course, her friends waited for her too.

Virginia stepped down the small stair in front of the house and put away the key into her handbag. She recognised two Range Rover which just double-parked in front of the house. A few people sat in, but just a door in the first car opened and a young man jumped out. Someone handed him over a huge bunch of roses. Virginia raised her eyebrows, what an entrance! Probably this was her Charles! Virginia walked slowly to catch a glimpse, she was very curios. The young man neared and she was simply shocked. Frozen she stopped walking and stared at him with an open mouth.

But the young man was really in a hurry. He just nodded towards her without really watching her and jumped up the steps. His face showed the typical mixture of nervousness, pleasant expectation and absence of mind of someone deeply in love.

Virginia´s eyes followed him as he quickly read the nameplates and got into the corridor. Yes, this was indeed Charles! She couldn´t believe it, it was totally unreal, but on the other hand it was typical Milla. Of course she was able to catch the heart of the Prince of Wales out of the blue. Virginia just stood there and tried to catch a clear thought, tried to believe, who was just about to visit her friend with a bunch of red roses. But now a door of the Range Rovers opened and someone got out, obviously a security man. He came over to her and asked her seriously: “Everything alright, Ma´am? Can I do something for you?” Virginia understood, she had to leave now, and of course her behaviour seemed to be strange. On the way to find a cab she just mumbled: “Milla Shand, you´re absolutely crazy! I hope, you know what you´re doing!” And grinning she added in her mind: “And you have to tell me everything tonight!”

Camilla had watched the two arriving cars out of the window and scared turned away. This entrance looked so official! And suddenly she was aware that the Prince of Wales would be here within moments, here in her little flat. She panicked, this was somehow out of her league. The heir to the throne here in the almost shabby girl flat!

Nervous and with her typical panic-face she looked into the mirror and smoothed down her dress. It rung.

She exhaled and opened the door with one fast jerk. She looked into a huge bunch of roses, a face as much as nervous as hers and into two blue eyes, which overflowed with adoration. She forgot the Prince of Wales, then here was the face of her soul mate. Camilla almost jumped at him, flung her arms around his neck and overjoyed breathed: “Charles! Hello…hello!”

Charles needed two seconds to realise that she had embraced him. In his head he had played through thousands of scenarios how to greet her. Though they had shared lots of kisses and hugs on their last date he was unsure what to do, as he still was untrained in this. But it felt as good as last time and he hugged her back with closed eyes. Happy Camilla smiled at him and Charles stomach lifted up even higher.

Still hugging Camilla pushed him inside her flat, maybe a neighbour would be too interested who came to visit. While turning around she shut the door with her foot and just kissed him. And now Charles felt fully relaxed and gave her back a huge smacker. He was lost in her blue eyes and wondered if they sparkled even more as the last time. And maybe they did a very, very little.

Charles had captured her heart even more during the last three days. Camilla hadn´t dared to call him in his palace, but Charles didn´t miss to ring her every night before going to bed and every morning before breakfast. He was really interested how she was and what she did. Camilla always laid rolled up on her bed, the receiver buried under her head and listened to his gentle voice with a rapt smile. She felt embraced and secured by him and not constricted as usual if someone asked her such things. And she asked him about his day and his workload and obviously this was new to him as well. But he felt she really wanted to know, as she asked him questions and carefully offered an opinion now and then. And he had to promise to bring the speech with him he would give immediately after their date.

And Charles just had lived for their calls and counted the second to their date, but all in all he was way more energised as for years before.

He handed her over the roses and Camilla didn´t know what to say. Obviously these were quite special and expensive flowers, she never had gotten such roses before. She just stuttered: “Oh Charles…thank you…they are so beautiful…”. Charles heart raced and he simply let it out now: “No, they´re not half as beautiful as you.” His heart raced even more now, actually he wanted to say her since they first met, but he didn´t dare. Camilla blushed, quite unusual for her and she just whispered while looking down on the floor: “No, really not. I´m not beautiful at all.” Charles grabbed her hand: “Yes, you are. You´re most beautiful to me. Inside and outside.” Affectionately he placed a kiss on her hand with closed eyes.

But now he heavy blushed too, kneaded his hands behind his back and traced circles with his right toe on the floor. Disbelieving Camilla stared at him. She had weak knees, never before someone had romanced her like that. And that he felt awkward now made him just even cuter. She touched his cheek with one hand and placed a loving kiss on the other cheek. Charles brightly smiled to her.

But suddenly he looked confused around: “Oh no, I almost forgot! Where is a window to the main street?!” Camilla pointed to her bedroom and Charles ran over immediately. He pushed aside the curtains and gave a hand sign. “What are you doing?” she asked him. “My officers have to know that everything is alright.” Camilla frowned: “And if I had a gun pointed at your back and forced you to wave out to them?” “Then I had waved with my left hand and they would storm your house immediately.” Charles answered, as if this was the most natural thing in this world. Camilla stared shocked at him: “Oh Charles! You never can move freely outside?” Charles shrugged his shoulders: “Aahh…that´s no problem. They don´t disturb me. Sometimes I totally forget that someone is there.” Camilla just wanted to hug him now, but Charles really seemed to be carefree with this lifestyle.

More joyful now she smiled to him: “So, let me just put the flowers into a vase and then I´ll show you around.” Charles was excited now and curious turned his head around. Camilla laughed: “Don´t expect too much. We´ll be finished in two minutes!”

Camilla rushed over to her kitchen for the flowers, as she came back she found Charles fascinating staring to her bed. Laughing he pointed to her battered teddy bear: “What does Mr. Billie do in your bed?” Camilla wondered: “Mr. Billie? That´s Sir Snuggle!” Charles grinned: “Unbelievable! I have exactly the same in my bed. Mr Billie is over twenty years old now. I got him at my third Christmas.” “Really? I got mine at my fifth Christmas!” Disbelieving both covered their mouth with their hands and laughed. The next thing in common!

Camilla spread her arms and turned around once: “So, this is my very own demesne. My bed, my wardrobe, my commode, my books…that´s all!” Charles looked at the wild mixture of furniture, curtains and carpet and smiled. “I think, it´s very cosy.” Camilla waved aside: “Come on! I guess your bedroom is three times bigger than mine, at least! And probably all furniture are matching!” she giggled. Charles looked seriously: “Yes, of course. And therefore I like it here.” Once again he had made her speechless. Camilla just grabbed his hand and pushed him out on the corridor again.

She opened a small door. “And this here is the loo, as you can see. Probably the smallest loo ever!” Again she laughed. Charles was quiet for two seconds, before he quietly answered: “No, I was locked-in in an even smaller one for hours.” Camilla stared shocked at him and stuttered: “Wh…whaaat?!” “Yes, in Gordonstoun.” Camilla whispered: “What´s Gordonstoun?” Charles stared into nowhere: “It´s hell.”

Gently she laid her arm around his waist and whispered: “Will you tell me?” Charles placed his arm around her shoulder and pressed her against his chest: “Of course I will. Some day. Of course.” And he would do. Except his grandmother she would be the only one who knows everything.

She showed him the little bathroom: “We haven´t a real shower here. You have to go into the bin and be careful with the shower curtain, it´s very wonky!” “Oh, in Birkhall my grandmother hasn´t a shower cubicle either! She has also to shower in a bin!” Charles was almost proud now that he could share at least something with a common flat.

Camilla quickly opened the opposite door: “This here is Virginia´s room. My flatmate. And friend.” Charles with his good manners stayed outside and followed Camilla into the living room. Once again a mixture of different styles was there. Camilla smiled: “The huge cabinet is from my grandmother, the sofa is mine, the TV is a present from my parents and the rest was already here in the flat.” Charles interested looked around: “Aahhh…and where is the living room of your flatmate?” Camilla covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. Charles raised an eyebrow and asking looked to her. “Charles…there´s only one living room. We just share it.”

Charles blushed. Of course! How could he just be so stupid again! But Camilla didn´t want to let feel him awkward. She embraced him tightly and looked up to him: “It´s for Virginia. And me. And you, if you come to visit here.” Charles touched her shoulders with his hands and whispered: “If you´ll invite me again, then I´d love to be here.” She answered with a kiss. First she caressed Charles lips carefully and lovingly and as she felt him relax more and more, she tickled him with her tongue. As much as Charles had longed for this again as much he had frightened it. It felt so wonderful a few days ago, but he had three days to think about it since then. And he scared that his kiss wasn´t good enough for her, maybe he had acted too clumsy?

But Camilla had already entered him and tapped his tongue. She let glide hers along his and circled around his tip a few times. Then she gently sucked at him and Charles was away with it. Without further thinking about it he joined her now and not using his brain was the best he could do. Had he opened his eyes, he had seen his girlfriend adorned with a happy smile. And he even didn´t realised that his hands wandered up and down her waistline, everything felt just good to him. Camilla snuggled against him, enjoying his so lovingly but somewhat still shy kiss.

Slowly he felt coming down to earth again and felt Camilla´s hands cupping his face. She brightly smiled to him: “In the mood for a tea?” For one second Charles was swamped with this question as his mind still swirled. He just nodded and recognised three seconds later that Camilla pushed him at his hand into the kitchen.

For one second he wondered why someone could manage to cook in such a small kitchen. Even the kitchen in his apartment, which never was used, was bigger. But as it was the kitchen of his girlfriend it was the most wonderful for him now. He looked around and raised his eyebrows: “Unbelievable, how tidy and clean everything is. The whole flat actually!” Camilla tried to stay serious, but she couldn´t help. She heavily started to giggle, but covered her mouth with her hands.

Charles put his hands in his trousers pockets and almost had to join her laugh, she looked so cute: “Whaaaat?” he just chuckled. Camilla couldn´t stop laughing and patted his back. “Oh Charles…it´s…it´s…it´s just for you! It never looks like this here. Never!” Charles frowned: “That means…you have tidied up just for me? Why?” Camilla calmed down: “Because I felt awkward for the little mess here. And I just didn´t tidied up. I cleaned every corner.” She shrugged her shoulder: “But actually it was a good thing. It was really necessary again.” Charles stroke her arm and answered quietly: “You don´t have to do this for me. It´s perfect the way it is. Or was.” Now he giggled.

Camilla made the tea under Charles curious eyes. He never had watched someone making tea before, it always was served ready for drinking on a tray. Now she placed it on a tray as well and started to carry it over to the living room. Charles stepped in front of her, ready to catch her if she would fall down. He constantly minded about the door sills and edges of the blanket and the sofa, she had to go round. And Camilla almost let fall the tray, but just because she had to giggle over his cuteness.

Camilla poured the tea into the cups and Charles gave a sip of milk in each one. Insecure he looked over to her, he hadn´t ask her for having milk. But she smiled brightly: “Perfect. Just a little sip.”

And finally he dared to take off his suit jacket. And once again Camilla noticed that his body was manlier as it seemed in the first moment. He was slim, but not lanky, and he was well trained. But she already loved to be snuggled against his chest anyway, no matter how he actually looked.

Charles had to give a sign to his security again and looked on the clock. He moaned: “Just twenty minutes! I´m really not in the mood for a gala event tonight. Rather I would…” he bit on his lips. Camilla grabbed his hand: “What do you rather would do?” Charles blushed and looked down on the floor: “I would love to stay here with you.” Camilla tilted her head and tried to find his eyes. She squeezed his hand and whispered: “I would love that.” Everything inside Charles lifted up again. And once again he felt safe to tell her about his feelings, he wouldn´t get laughed at.

Camilla pushed him gently down on the sofa and placed beside him, crossing fingers with him. “And, are you fine with your speech now? Did you bring it with you?” Charles rapt a smile. It wasn´t just a phrase of her. She hasn´t forgotten. She really was interested.

He dared to kiss her gently. “You really want to hear it? Really?” Camilla nodded smiling. “But it´s quite long. Around ten minutes I think. But I have a copy here. Just for you, though I wasn´t sure if you really would read it.” He wanted to stand up to go over to his jacket for the copy, but Camilla hold him tightly at his hand. She looked serious to him: “Charles, I don’t do such things just for fun…I mean it. If I ask you about your day or your work, I mean it. And if I kiss you, I mean it too.”

Charles stopped, his heart was in his boots now. What rubbish did he say again? The last thing he wanted to do was to offend or to hurt her. He gently grabbed her neck, his other arm slipped behind her back and he whispered into her ear: “Sorry, sorry! I´m just a bloody fool!” Camilla flung her arms around his neck and buried her head into his shoulder. “No, Charles! You aren´t a fool at all. I just couldn´t find better words for it. I actually wanted to say that I´ll always be there for you if you need me, because…” she paused and sharply breathed. She wanted to say something but changed in the last moment: “Because you became so very important to me.”

Charles arm wrapped tightly around her back now, the other hand wandered up to her head, gently caressing her. He placed a kiss on her ear and opened his mouth to answer her. He had something in his mind, but just stuttered: “I…I…I” He closed his eyes, gulped and kissed her cheek. His hand wandered around, lifted up her face and his thumb caressed her chin now. He even didn´t recognised how familiar he meanwhile was with being close to her. He sunk down in her eyes and whispered: “And you became very much important to me. Very much.”

They kissed again, tightly embraced on the sofa. Charles hands dared to wander over her waistline again, he even caressed her stomach. With half his brain he realised how soft and wonderful she felt and that he actually longed for exploring her more. But he stopped this thought immediately.

And it was time to leave now and it felt like the end of the world to him. And the worst was that they probably weren´t able to call each other during the weekend. Camilla would be pick up by her friends for a party later, Charles had to go to Scotland in the very early morning for engagements with his mother the whole day. In the late evening he had time to call her, but then Camilla would be on her way to Sussex to her parents. And on Sunday it was her father`s birthday, she would be back in London on Monday evening.

They sat on the sofa and hold their hands tightly, Charles put off minute after minute to leave her. His driver just had to floor the accelerator then, he decided.

But he had time on Tuesday again. Camilla had to go to work in the morning, but just until midday. So it was perfect to go out for a ride, Charles decided. It would be Windsor again and this time she would be picked up by a driver. Camilla vetoed, but she just had to give in. Charles insisted on a driver and Camilla just begged for an ordinary car.

Charles hold her face and grinned brightly: “Car? What car? I wanted to pick you up in our best carriage!” Camilla loudly laughed: “Camilla Shand in a golden carriage!? Oh no! That would look ridiculous!” Charles placed a kiss on her lips and mumbled: “No, it would look wonderful and perfect!” Camilla sighed, but she had already learned that Charles obviously looked at her with different eyes.  

Kissing and hugging they managed to go to the door. Suddenly Camilla remembered something: “Charles, the speech! You still have it in your jacket!” Charles laughing tapped his head, her dazzling kisses had let him forget the subject. Finally he handed her over the paper and Camilla asked: “When exactly you´ll hold the speech?” Charles looked at his watch: “In exactly twenty nine minutes.” She smiled at him: “Then I´ll start to read it in twenty nine minutes as well.” Charles couldn´t shut his mouth again: “You…you…you are unbelievable. But I will feel much more confident then. To know, that you´re thinking about me. And at least one person will be interested then in this boring speech!” Camilla giggled and hit him playfully with the paper. Charles grabbed her shoulders: “And I would love if you could join me there.” Camilla stroked his cheek: “Charles, I don´t fit in this world. I´m not glamourous or intelligent, I would stand around there like a bloody ugly doll.” He grabbed her shoulders more tightly: “Once again. Never say you are ugly or stupid. You aren´t.” He deeply exhaled and kissed her: “You are beautiful to me and I…” He just stared at her. Camilla embraced him and kissed his neck: “Go now. You´ll become late! And then I don´t know when to start with the speech.” Charles laughed again and hugged her tightly. He kissed both her hands and stepped out on the floor. Camilla waved to him and whispered: “Will think of you!” Charles jumped in again and kissed her quickly: “Will think of you, too! Every second!” He rushed out towards the steps and turned around to wave to her. Now Camilla jumped out and pecked his lips: “Good luck, Charles! See you on Tuesday!” Charles had to hurry now and run down the stairs: “Can´t wait! And greet your parents!” Camilla laughed and heard the door snap shut. She run over to her window and they waved until the cars were out of sight.

After a weekend way too much thinking of him Camilla returned to London in the Monday evening. Virginia was already at home and just grinned to her. She was able to press out something of Camilla on Saturday, but gave up as she felt that it probably wasn´t just a flirt. Camilla didn´t want to speak much about it and end of story.

She dragged her package into her room and flopped sighing onto her bed, stretching her arms and legs. The door bell rung and nothing moved. It rung again and Camilla yelled: “Sweetie, come on! Open the door! Probably it´s just for you!” Virginia moaning scuffled over to the door and Camilla heard a short conversation. One minute later Virginia stood in her room, waving a letter. Somehow she looked excited, but pale.

“What is it?” Camilla mumbled with half closed eyes. Virginia had a slightly dry mouth: “For you. A registered letter! From Buckingham Palace!” Like a scalded cat Camilla jumped up and unbelieving stared at the letter. Yes, it was really a stately envelope from Buckingham Palace! In Camilla´s mind all sorts of crazy thoughts run through in one second. Maybe Charles`s family wrote to her to leave him alone or something?! Oh no, utterly rubbish. Probably they even don´t know of her existence! But…maybe Charles had lost his interest and …Camilla panicked and grabbed the letter.

She turned away from Virginia and opened it with shaking hands. She produced out a card with the insignias of The Prince of Wales. And there were just a few words to read: “I love you. Yours forever. Charles.”

Hours later she laid on her bed again, the receiver clamped under her chin and she talked to Charles. Finally. They had lots to talk about, Camilla wanted to know everything about the speech and the day in Scotland. And Charles giggling asked her if she really started to read the speech at the same time with him. Of course she had. She told him from her party night and from the weekend with her parents. The phone call lasted about one hour and they had continued for hours, if Charles hadn´t to break up for an official dinner now. He hadn´t mention his card with one word and neither did Camilla, but she hold it in her hand all the time and traced along the letters with her index finger.

And while Charles´ voice run through her body and wrapped her in warmth and adoration, she made two decisions. One of them was to tell him from Andrew. She just had to do, she almost was impatient to do it. Charles was so very much important to her, she didn´t want to hide something from him. Though there was absolutely nothing with Andrew since a few month, he was a part of her life. And to not to talk to Charles about it seemed to be a lie. And she never, never wanted to lie to him because of the second thing she wanted to tell him.

On the next day she was picked up by one of Charles drivers. He rung at her door and introduced himself to her in best manners. She followed him and relieved breathed out. No golden carriage, no Bentley, no Range Rover, just an ordinary Vauxhall waited for her. She chatted with the driver about the weather and this and that and the nice guy was slightly confused. Usually his passengers didn´t talk to him, but he was pleased with her kindness.

It was the same picture as the last time in Windsor. Charles eagerly awaited her and helped her out of the car. But today he didn´t hesitated, he instantly gave her a huge smacker. Adoring he looked down on her, she was already dressed in horse riding clothes and looked flawless. Camilla felt a bit insecure, she was curiously watched by a few members of the staff around the horse stables. A stable boy had already saddled a horse and guided it out of the paddock.

Charles gave him a sign and yelled loudly and unnecessary, of course: “Yes, this is the horse for my girlfriend here.” He proudly pointed at Camilla, who blushed and felt the piercing views of the staff again. Charles took the rein and adoring smiled to her: “I will spare you the usual horses for our guests. I guess, a more temperamental mare is alright for you.”

And as always the horse became immediately friends with her and obviously begged for a few caresses. Content it snorted, as Camilla mounted the horse. Charles was ready too and they started.

Camilla was relieved to escape the noisy staff, she was happy to be with Charles again and she was nervous. Not more nervous as on her last dates with Charles, just different. She was unsure, how he would react. She felt, how sensitive he was and how very much in love with her and she feared to hurt him. And that was really the last thing, she wished for.

As they finally were out of sight completely, Charles neared her horse and grabbed her waist. “We hadn´t the opportunity to say a proper “Hello” until now!” Camilla giggled and leaned over to him and Charles gave her the next huge smacker, under giggles as well. It wasn´t that easy to kiss while being on a horse back. But he didn´t lose her and sparkled at her overjoyed and happy.

He was so cute and romantic and he looked wonderful in his equestrian clothes. Camilla´s stomach tumbled and she just embraced him, while trying to stay on the horse. Charles patted her back and tried to steady her. Gently he pushed her back on her horse: “Be careful. This should be our first hack, not our last.” He twinkled to her and Camilla´s heart jumped up. But now she remembered the thing she wanted to tell him and bit her lower lip.

She tried herself to calm down. Actually, what was the problem? She was happy with Charles, she was very much in love with him, more than that. She was together with him now, who knows what the future brings? They lived today, right now!

Charles felt, that something was different with her. He came closer to her again and tenderly grabbed her hand. “Everything alright?” he whispered. Camilla grabbed his hand tightly and just nodded. She looked over to him and watched his worried eyes. Oh no, she don´t want to see him sad! Obviously he had enough problems in his life, she should encourage him and make him happy! She kicked herself in the pants, leaned over to him and pecked his cheek. “It´s alright, really!” she smiled.

Suddenly she spurred her horse and galloped in high speed along the way. Charles was confused for a moment and then followed her laughing. They had a short race and overtook mutually again and again. Laughing they paced down and Charles playfully boxed her upper arm. Out of breath he smiled to her: “Not bad, not bad! But I will show you how a winner looks!” Immediately he spurred his horse again and yelled: “The old stone bridge two miles from here!” Camilla had really problems to follow him now, obviously he got out everything of his mare.

The way curved again and again and finally she spotted the bridge on the horizon. Charles was still ahead a few steps, but she had an idea. Maybe she could take a court shut over the field here. Without thinking she turned her horse to the right over a meadow and jumped under loud yells over the fence. She galloped again in full speed and reached the next fence. At ease she took the barrier, got on the main way again and reached the bridge.

She raised her arms up in the air and screamed: “Winner!” Actually she had expected Charles right behind her. But there was silence. She turned around and watched him hundred meters behind, his horse almost had stopped. Her heart paused for a second, was something wrong with him? She screamed as loud as she could: “Charles! What´s up!” But he gave her a hand sign that everything was well. He galloped again and reached her within moments.

His face was adorned with shock and astonishment. But slowly he started to laugh: “You are crazy! Totally crazy!” Camilla couldn´t really understand, what he meant. He pointed at the fences: “I´ve never before someone watched jumping there! And you even don´t know the area here!” He covered his face with his hands, but giggled. Then he bent over to her and kissed her cheek: “Wonderful crazy girl!” Camilla grinned and shrugged her shoulders: “Oh, I´m always riding like that!” Charles pinched her cheek: “I might have guessed.” Meanwhile he felt so intimate with her, he had lost all his anxiety about giving caresses or telling her things right out of his heart.

They rode over the bridge and after the next corner Charles pointed at something on a meadow: “Oh look, what´s that? Come on, let´s have a look!” They came closer and spotted a picnic blanket full of snacks and it obviously was unused.

Charles stopped his horse and jumped down. He rubbed his stomach: “Probably someone has forgotten it here. Perfect. I´m hungry!” Camilla still sat on her horse: “Charles! We can´t do this! Maybe someone will be here soon!” Charles got over to her and reached his hand out: “Aahh….come on! Do you see someone here?” Camilla turned her head around, but who should be here? It was a private area for the Royal Family and it was Tuesday afternoon. She took his hand and jumped down. Charles bent over the delicacies and put a sweet into his mouth. “Tasty!” he rubbed his stomach again. Camilla was still insecure but suddenly she burst out into laughter: “This was your idea, Charles! Admit it!” Charles just raised his eyebrows: “What do you mean?” “The picnic of course! It was your idea, for sure! Who else should be so romantic?” Now Charles couldn´t brace himself any longer. He heartily laughed and steadied on his knees. As he came to some breath again, he pointed at her: “But I got you!” He embraced her tightly and kissed her lovingly. “Sat down! It´s all the best just for you!”

They pulled off their hats and jackets and sat down. Charles wanted to take her plate but she grabbed his hand tightly. She had to tell him now! Her mouth felt dry and her heart jumped uneven, but she couldn´t wait longer.

Charles looked with wide eyes to her: “Don´t you want something to eat?” Camilla pressed her lips for one second: “No…yes…no, later! Charles….I…I wanted to tell you something.” She sounded very serious and Charles slowly started to panic. His heart raced, all sorts of things rushed through his mind. Maybe she wants to break off with him? No, this can´t be! She looked too happy for this! He put it aside and waited breathless.

“Actually I want to tell you two things. But before I´ll tell you the second one, I have to tell you the first one, as you…” Oh no! Her mind run riot, why on earth she made it so complicated! Just let´s have it!

She moved closer to him and still pressed his hand. His eyes were full of panic and she had to gulp. And then she just started. She told him, that she had a boyfriend for several years, but now she hadn´t dated him for month. His name is Andrew Parker-Bowles.

Charles winced. He knew him, not very well indeed, but he knew him. He was a friend of his sister Anne, maybe a bit more than that, but he really didn´t care. At least not now.

Charles sat nothing, just stared at her. Camilla grabbed him now with both of her hands and she felt his fingers clawing deeper into hers. She told him how very much in love she was with him from the start. And that he was the kind of man whom a woman in her walk of life usually marries. She had always the imagination to lead a life like her parents: a country house, dogs and horses and a few children. A quiet life with a few nights out in London, garden parties in the summer and being friends with the neighbours. And somehow Andrew fitted in this world.

She felt Charles´ nails in her flesh. He looked into nowhere. He intensely listened to her, but one half of his brain told him that he had known it. There must be a catch! The Lord just wouldn´t send him someone whom he already loved deeply and who matched him perfectly. And who obviously liked him the way he was. No, there was always a price! And the price was that he maybe could lose her. And that was something he couldn´t imagine anymore.

The thing he could imagine was to sit with her on a breakfast table, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and the day after that and still in thirty or forty or fifty years. They would smile at each other, he would read the newspaper and listen to her with half an ear. He would pour a sip of milk in her tea and steal her a kiss if the servant would turn away. This was the only way he could imagine to be with her.

Camilla was really worried now. Her heart bumped and almost burst by watching him. She just climbed on his lap and crossed her legs behind his back. Charles tightly embraced her and sighed loudly into her ear. Camilla kissed his cheek lovingly and stroke his cheek.

Then she continued. That she always had problems with Andrew, as he constantly cheated on her with all sorts of women. And that was the reason that they were on and off and on again for years. Somehow she couldn´t manage to lose from him completely, but now she hadn´t dated him for month or even was in contact with him.

Charles buried his head on her shoulder, he had tears in his eyes. And despite his very confused mind one thing run through his brain again and again. Why on earth could someone cheat on a woman like her constantly? She hadn´t deserve this, she was wonderful. He would never cheat on her, never!

Camilla lifted up his head and kissed away a tear. She didn´t know if she wanted to die. She hardly could bear him in this condition. But it simply had to be. She whispered: “And then I had met you. And everything became different. My world is upside down now. I never had expected to fall in love again with someone. But I did. Heavy and completely. And therefore I want you to know everything. I never want to hide anything from you.”

Charles could smile again, at least a little. He embraced her tightly again and kissed her neck. But Camilla grabbed his face again: “And I wanted to tell you a second thing…” Charles closed his eyes, what on earth comes now! He felt her lips touching his: “It´s not that I`m just fell in love with you, darling.” Charles winced, how did she name him? He opened his eyes again and looked into hers. She seemed to be excited, but different from her condition before. “It´s…I love you. I really love you, darling!”

Charles almost fainted, this all was a bit too much to him. He decided to push Andrew out of his mind.

Within milliseconds his face changed into a happier one she had ever seen on him. He still hadn´t fully grasped what she just said to him. But it was enough to kiss her deeply and to caress her back and not to let out her off his arms again.

Camilla´s heart still bumped heavy and her tumbling stomach didn´t pause as well. But she was relieved now. It was out, she pushed Andrew even more aside and so she could fully concentrate on Charles now. Just Charles.

They laid on the blanket face to face, Charles still had his arms twined around her. Camilla´s hands laid on his chest and they just looked into their eyes. Now Charles giggled and stroke a wisp of her out of her face: “If you just knew how long I sat on my desk to write the card for you! I wanted to say it to you already on Friday, but I didn´t dare.” Camilla giggled and kissed him. “And then I´ve finally wrote it down, but my handwriting wasn´t well. I tried the next one and ended up with around ten cards. I´ve chosen the best one and then I roamed about our post office for an hour before I straight got in and almost stroke it on the table. I just screamed: “registered letter” and stormed out. I felt like an idiot after that.”

Camilla chuckled and Charles was smitten anew, that she could laugh with her mouth as well with her eyes in the most wonderful way. She flung his arms around him: “This was so romantic, darling! I stared at it the whole day and I´ve put it in my handbag to have it with me wherever I go.” He just adored her: “Can I say something?” Camilla nodded excited. “I love you. I love you, my beautiful, wonderful darling!” He earned the next kiss and she breathed: “And I love you. Love you. Love you. Darling.”

Charles was just happy, Camilla was just happy and they spent the next hours here eating, drinking, laughing and kissing. And cuddling up…

[thecclover-fanfictions]

The Right Girl...Part Four

Two days later on Tuesday at the same time, but at different places, happened almost the same. Two people nervously prepared for their upcoming date.

At Windsor Castle Charles stood in front of the mirror and grimacing tried to adjust his tie. Suddenly he stopped. Maybe his getup was a bit overdressed? He was wearing a grey suit, a bright wide shirt with cufflinks and polished Budapesters. He looked as he was about to go to one of his engagements, but not out to a date in the park.

No longer Charles didn´t wonder about himself. Since the weekend his life was upside down, nothing seemed to be as it always was. Many things in his well sorted life felt suddenly ridiculous to him, he didn´t care about reading the newspaper or watching the news programme on TV, he even didn´t care about reading a book or doing some paintings, he wasn´t hungry at all and sometimes he even forgot to drink something. He wandered through the day as if he was in the land of dreams, just thinking about a blond, curly girl with sparkling blue eyes and a stunning smile and he counted the seconds to their next meeting.

He wasn´t aware of the illness that had stricken him. It was the illness he always had laughed about, because he doubted that it really existed: he was love sick.

Desperate he rumbled around in his wardrobe to find something more suitable. In London he had at least one jeans, but due to his confused mind he forgot to pack them. And actually, he hadn´t lost one single thought about his dress for today, problems like that were new to him.

And something else was new. He really had lied to his mother for the first time. They had a reception the last night here in the castle and stayed overnight. In the morning he was expected to leave with his parents to go to the meeting in London with all the private secretaries. During the breakfast he hardly was able to eat something, he lied that he had forgotten the meeting. And that he had arranged an appointment with someone to make further plans with one of his charities. And this meeting would be here in Windsor. His father started to scold him: what on earth was up with him! His mother just frowned and demanded Philip to stop. If this would never happen again it would be alright, she just told him…

Finally Charles found something to dress he was tolerably fine with. He jumped into a dark grey pair of flairs and a light blue chequered shirt. He even found a pair of shoes with a used look, now he felt more at ease.

A few miles away in London Camilla stood in front of her wardrobe as well. Her decision not to make any fuss about her dress again didn´t work. Like two days ago her bed and the floor around were covered with jeans, shirts and dresses. One by one was sorted out: too boring, too old, too sexy, ugly, overdressed, underdressed…and then one by one was in the choice again.

Finally she was sure that the mint green fluttering summer dress with the small straps was perfect. But what should she do with her hair? Desperately she tousled it in front of the mirror, tried to pin it up, to make a ponytail and so on. And then she decided to leave it as it always was, this simply was her natural hairdo and end of story. But at least a very little Makeup wouldn´t be that bad…

The rest of the Sunday and the whole Monday she had brooded about her new acquaintance. What would be the right thing to do? Until Saturday evening she was more or less sure how her life would went on. And suddenly everything was different. But whatever she turned over in her mind, in the end it didn´t make any sense. So finally this morning, while still lying in her bed, she made the decision to simply let run everything. Once again it had turned out that making plans weren´t the right thing for Camilla Shand. It didn´t work anyway, it never had. She would go on, it always was the best for her. Just living the day.

Andrew had a really huge place in her heart, though he actually didn´t earn it, she grunted. Until Saturday she thought he had filled all the place in her heart. But obviously there was even more space. And this space was slowly filled by a sweet, little prince. Although she wasn´t sure today if it really was slowly or if this cute and somehow strange boy wouldn´t storm it.

She hadn´t tell to anyone about her date. Not to her friends who teased her the whole Sunday about Charles, not to her sister and not to Virginia, her flatmate. If she would get lost on the way she would be first missed by Charles, she laughed. Charles…it was so natural to call him simply Charles just after this short time, she wondered. Somehow strange…

She looked at the clock and grimaced. She had dressed herself too early or she was too fast with it. No, obviously not too fast. Camilla sighed while watching the mess of dresses in her room. But she wasn´t in the mood for tidying up now, maybe she could relax while reading something.

Of course she could not. After reading the first words she just stared into the book, lost in thoughts. So, maybe a magazine would do it. She browsed through the Vogue, Virginia had bought it, and was bored. She simply wasn´t a clotheshorse. She grabbed the next paper and stared at Charles on the cover. He was photographed standing beside his horse in his polo dress and shyly smiled to the camera. She grabbed the paper with both of her hands now and stared at the photo. She didn´t recognize her rapt smile, but she felt how incredible thrilled she was to meet him soon.

Determined she jumped up. She would leave now! Maybe there was a traffic jam or she wouldn´t find the way at the first go…and actually it doesn´t matter if she was too early it would be one of the first times in her life, she chuckled.

She went to the loo and checked herself in the mirror again. Then she grabbed her car key and slammed the door. Five seconds later she opened the door again and went to the loo for the second time. Who knows when she would get this opportunity again during the next hours? But actually she knew this wasn´t the problem. She simply was too excited now.

Camilla dreamily turned around the corner to get to her car. She stopped and shocked stared on the street. Oh no, her car was stolen! What should she do now!? She didn´t even had a phone number to call Charles! Suddenly she loudly laughed and tapped her forehead. She really had a memory like a sieve! Yesterday coming home from work her usually park space was taken and she was forced to park two streets afar. Chuckling she went over there and was relieved to spot her little rusty and dented Ford stuck between two really huge cars.

Somehow she managed to get out there and started in the direction to Windsor. She felt her heart bumping heavier again and a slightly rumbling in her stomach. So she turned the music louder and sang along, while puffing away a few cigarettes out of the open window.

But she made a good time, there were no problems at all on the streets and at one go she found the right way. She passed the shield “Private area” and watched her clock in the car. She moaned, of course it was broken. What else! And of course she had forgotten her wrist watch! Was she really on time? Luckily the radio moderator just now announced the time: a quarter to 2 a.m. Camilla relieved exhaled, she obviously had around fifteen minutes to calm down. She turned around the next corner and spotted the huge gate.

And in front of the gate waited Charles.

He stood there like a tin soldier, stark and stiff and stared at her. Slowly a very shy smile played around his lips. She couldn´t see that he winced as he heard her noisy car arriving. His heart made a really huge bump and suddenly he felt overwhelmed. Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind in only one second. What if he would behave awkwardly? If he would say stupid things again? If he wouldn´t know what to say at all? If she wouldn´t like it here?

But on the other hand he was absolutely overjoyed to watch her in this shabby little car. Her bright smile hit him directly into his stomach and he felt the armada of butterflies again. Finally he was able to move and slowly walked over to her car that she parked in the shadow of a tree.

The door squeaky opened and without thinking about it Charles reached his hand to help her out. And obviously without thinking too Camilla grabbed his hand and jaunty jumped out.

By watching Charles she decided to try to stay cool. And she was cool now. At least someone had to be cool yet, as Charles recognized what he had just done. He heavy blushed and just stumbled a “…H…hello…”. Camilla answered her “hello” and was confused how joyfully and lovingly it came out of her. Hesitantly they stood face-to-face for a few seconds before Camilla slightly bent forward to give him a welcome kiss on both cheeks. Relieved Charles grabbed her upper arm and imbibed her wonderful smell. There was a rest of cigarettes in the air, but he didn´t mind. With all other people in his world he cared, but not with Camilla.

Still holding her upper arm Charles smiled to her: “And, how are you? Did you sit in traffic? Was it easy to find here?” Camilla was a bit confused, was he really interested in this? Accordingly to his eyes and his facial expression he was. “Yes…everything is fine…” she breathed. Charles smiled satisfied and nodded. Camilla felt her stomach tumbling again.

Charles exhaled and tightened his shoulders: “So, shall we go then?” She smiled as an answer and so Charles went ahead and opened a smaller door in the gate to go in. There was a gatehouse and Camilla friendly greeted the gatekeeper. He wasn´t really interested, he continued reading his newspaper and just grunted something. Charles however recognized it very much and he liked it. He didn´t know many people who greeted the staff.

In this part of the Windsor Great Park there was a small wood and so they trapped along an earthy road. Through the trees the sunrays fell and covered Camilla into a special shine. Her hair had a golden touch and slightly fluttered in the breeze. With sparkling eyes she looked around while walking: “Oh, this is wonderful here.” Charles eyes glued on her and wandered down her body. She looked adorable. She was tanned, her mint green dress almost radiated on her skin and the way it fluttered around her body left him almost breathless. She had well trained arms and legs. Oh, he was already in love with these legs. His eyes wandered up again. He had recognized her curvy hips before and he liked it. He didn´t care about twiggy-like women, no, this here was really alright. And he wouldn´t mind about a little bit more of curves. His eyes wandered up again. And, oh my god! What a cleavage! Her last two dresses had shown a little bit. But what he could see now was mind swirling! Would he really be that lucky?! Having a girlfriend like out of his dreams? Inside and outside? “Noooo, Charles!” his brain screamed to him. “Stop dreaming. She isn´t your girlfriend.” “Not yet,” Charles answered his brain.

He wanted to say how beautiful she was. But he simply didn´t dare. His eyes wandered over to her again and again and he had already opened his mouth, but he simply didn´t dare…

“This is the woodland of your family, Charles?” Camilla asked him while strolling. Once again Charles´ heart jumped. It sounded so wonderful how she speaks out his name. But he still didn´t dare to call her by her first name, though he found it the most wonderful name in this world. And it fitted her perfectly well. She not only had the name of a flower, she was a flower! And it sounded as bright and jolly as she really was!

Charles shrugged his shoulders: “Yes, it belongs to the castle. But it´s not just the wood, there are meadows and grasslands and so on. I don´t know how many acres. But you can ride here around quite a long time without reaching any fences.” Camilla had to laugh now. Her family was fairly wealthy as well. But Charles´ world was totally crazy. He wasn´t arrogant or pretentious in any way. It was just so normal to him to have all this. But she knew that he didn´t know anything else. He was born into this, he always was a prince with a family leading a gigantic, somewhat surreal lifestyle.

Charles felt that she wasn´t laughing about him. At least he could imagine that his life sounds strange to the most of the people. But he felt once again that he could open his heart to her. With his hands in his trouser pockets he told her, while walking along the way: “Yes, I know, it sounds curious. But I know only this life. And I know that somehow I´m an outsider…” He looked over to Camilla who stared at him serious and intense listening. Charles couldn´t help but lovingly smile to her. “Sometimes I wish I had a different life. Please, don´t laugh at me now…” he shyly looked over to her again. Camille slightly smiled and her eyes told him to continue, she wouldn´t laugh and his secret would be safe. “Sometimes I just want to be…a farmer.” It was out and he turned his head around, a bit anxious how she would react. But she took him serious, he simply knew it and it felt very good.

In Camilla grew a prescience how profound and contemplative this young man really was.

Charles felt secure to continue: “I wished I had an old house surrounded by an old styled garden with wonderful flowers and trees. A few meadows and grassland around with sheep and horses. And I would plough, plant, cutting the trees and hedges the whole day. And in the evening I would walk around my garden, sitting on a bench for a while with some peace and quiet.” Now he chuckled: “Sounds stupid, I know. But at least we have Birkhall and Balmoral. It´s full of staff, but you can find some peace there.”

He didn´t expect an answer from her, he just watched her rushing her hands through her hair. She stared on the ground while walking and then turned around her head to him again: “Why don´t you buy a farm house? Or an old house with a few acres of land? You could change and style it as you want. Maybe you couldn´t live there all the time. But during the weekends or holidays or just a few days to relax.” Charles stopped and stared at her with an open mouth. Yes, she was right! Of course he could do this. Money wasn´t his problem and nobody could hinder him to buy an own house. And it was his cup of tea what he would do with this house.

Yes, this was something real for the future! Something where he could find hold and what was his very own. He could do what he wants, with his own ideas and he would slam the door if he was annoyed from his family and the press and this public life. Since knowing this heaven-sent girl the future wasn´t so very dark any longer!

Charles just chuckled to her with a desperate expression in his eyes. “Why on earth I hadn´t had this idea before?” Camilla heartily laughed, her curls waved around her face and Charles wished he could hug her. Hug her for this wonderful idea, hug her because she was so wonderful and hug her because he fell even more in love with her. “Sometimes we need someone from outside to see clear,” she answered, and now she was so one who felt not so clear any longer. The way he had opened her heart to her, learning about his deep personality more and more and the feeling that there was so much more inside him and that she would probably like all this overwhelmed her somehow. Not to mention the way he looked and smiled to her…

Silent for a short while they continued walking and the wood slowly cleared. Camilla turned her head to Charles, at the same time he looked over to her and they brightly grinned. A few seconds later happened the same, the both of them had to chuckle now. 

Charles heavy blushed and Camilla felt her face heating up too. Once more she turned to Charles, but rather out of the corner of her eyes. And once again Charles looked over to her too, but he grimaced with wide eyes, chubby cheeks and a strange grin now. Camilla just burst out into laughter, he looked so funny. Not ridiculous, just funny. Charles joint her, he couldn´t help, her laughter was so infectious.

And he didn´t know where he took this courage from, but he was just so very much at ease with her. Of course very, very nervous, but he felt comfortable. And his heart flourished about the fact that she couldn´t stop giggling over his silly face. Did he really meet someone on his wave length?

A few steps more, around a corner and they had reached a lawn. A group of really old and knobby trees built an alley and at its end Camilla spotted a ruin. It was one of the most wonderful places she had ever seen. It was mysterious and somehow scary, but it was covered into a golden light and in an intensive flavour of flowers. The huge old trees rustled and shadowed the old walls.

She hadn´t expect a place like this here, but she loved it from the first second on. And obviously Charles did the same, he stood there with an excitedly and eagerly facial expression and stared at her. Overwhelmed she said: “Oh Charles, I just don´t know what to say! This is really, really wonderful!” Charles heart lifted up once more. Yes, she loved it! He could see it in her sparkling eyes. He felt relieved, but at the same time he panicked more and more. What, if she wouldn´t like him as he hoped she would do, in the way he felt for her? The more he knew her, the more he fell in love. Life with her seemed to be sunshine, life without her would be just darkness.

Sticking on her eyes he answered: “Yes, it is my favourite place here. I come here as often as possible. I´m the only person who ever comes here. Beside the forester.”  Camilla smiled to him: “And me now.” Charles heart bumped heavy again, he just breathed: “Yes, and you now.” He wondered, why he actually didn´t bring another person here before. He hadn´t shown it to his grandmother, not to his siblings, not his parents and none of his friends. He always felt it was his very own place. But he hadn´t hesitated one second to bring Camilla here, in fact it was his first idea.

He asked her if she wanted to see more of this place. Smiling and twinkling to him with both eyes she nodded. They walked through the short alley and Charles caught himself by almost laying his hand on her back. Winced he crossed his arms behind his back.

He started to tell her about this building. It was an old lodge, about two hundred years old and he exactly knew which people lived here in which decades, what kind of architecture it was and which characteristics marked this architecture. Usually Camilla wasn´t very interested in these things, but Charles told it in such a fascinating way that her eyes and ears stuck on his lips and she even asked him questions. She really wondered about herself, but with Charles words it didn´t sound dry or boring at all. Once again she recognized that she could listen to him for ages and that his voice was lively, self-confident, even manly if he spoke about topics he really liked.

Charles rapt a smile to her, sinking down in her eyes that still were focussed on him. He actually couldn´t believe that he hit the nail on the head again and she really was interested! Oh, what would he give for hugging her for just one second! Being so close to her must be paradise!

Camilla started to giggle and shrugged her shoulders. With raised eyebrows she said: “Oh, if I just had paid more attention in school! But I had fooled around too much and now…I´m stupid!” She chuckled again and Charles simply had to join her. He was already in love with her laugh too. But seriously now he answered her: “No, never say again you´re stupid. You´re not. For sure.” And his eyes told her the same. He waved aside: “Just look at me! I´m stupid. I know nothing. I don´t know how to get a ticket for the tube or how to pay my electricity bill or even to cook a simple meal!”

She laughed her heart-lifting chuckling again. “So, that´s perfect! You´ll tell me about all the things I´ve probably never heard before. And I will tell you how to survive if you´d wake up one day in a way too small and shabby flat in the middle of a crazy district in London!” The heaven opened for Charles. Obviously she´d like to see him again. And the words “that´s perfect” echoed in his head again and again. Perfect. Perfect was too good to be true.

Inside Camilla winced. Was she just gone too far? Once again she realized that she was here with the Prince of Wales on the private estate of the Royal Family. This thought scared her suddenly.

But the young man who smiled to her so lovingly was actually just Charles to her. She felt so familiar and at ease with him, she just had to speak in this way to him. Anything else would be unnatural. Yes, she liked him. Really, really liked him. And to be honest, something had anchored in her heart. Something strong and irremovable…

Andrew came to her mind and immediately she kicked him out of his head again. No, she was too angry with him about his recent behaviour! He actually didn´t earn that she would talk to him ever again! And except from that, Andrew was just another thing in another world. Everything was completely different and it had always felt completely different. She was here now and it was wonderful!

Charles guided her around the house. They walked through something that seemed to be a garden before, as the plants and flowers were different from the wood around. It was totally overgrown but now she knew where this heavy flavour came from. There were flowers she had never seen before. Of course Charles knew all of them and told her the name and the characteristics of the plants. Admiring she looked up to him, he really had a clever brain.

A few steps further Camilla´s breath stopped for a second. They stood in front of the rests of a hall. It had a really huge window in the shape of the Tudor Style and the window reached almost down to the floor. There wasn´t a pane in it any longer, of course, and the ceiling of the hall was partly damaged. Single sunrays fell through several holes in the ceiling and gave an incredible, mysterious light. But the most beautiful here was that the garden had spread over the window sill into the hall. The whole ground in the room was covered with all sort of flowers from the garden, creeps of English ivy and edible wild herbs.

Charles stood close beside her and felt how speechless she was. Though he was smitten from the view as well, like every time he was here, he whispered: “Yes, it´s so beautiful, isn´t it? So rural and still mysterious, and it shows us, that we all should live in harmony with nature. We are a part of it, we can´t win against the nature.”

Camilla turned her head to him, looked into his beaming face and now it came all down to her. Oh God! She had to face it! She was in love! She absolutely and obviously was in love with him! No, no, no! This couldn´t be, this simply hadn´t to be! She turned her head back, trying to catch a clear thought. She begun to blush, to sweat and tried to get back the control over her body. “No, Camilla Shand, pull yourself together!”, it screamed inside her. She looked to him again, Charles still stared at her with his bumping heart and his bedazzled mind had recognized that something had happened to her.

His lovingly eyes sent a wave of warmth and pleasure through her body, she felt for him like she had never felt for someone before. It still was a wild and confusing mixtures of feelings, but different to what she felt for Andrew or the one or two boys before whom she almost had forgotten. And finally she dared to recognize that Charles was in love with her too. She actually knew it since they met on the party, her heart had told her, but she hadn´t allow to confess it to herself.

She smiled to him, but somehow it was a different smile. It was shy, confused, overwhelmed with emotions and a slightly insecurity gaze of her eyes. She stared at her feet now and chewed at her lower lip.

Charles heart understood, but his mind was way too busy to cope with his own feelings. He climbed over the low window sill and crossed the room. From a bush of wild roses he picked the most beautiful flower and smelled it with closed eyes. Camilla´s eyes had followed him and she almost died now. The way he hold the flower and his enraptured facial expression and his beaming and happy gaze to her now let her knees turn to jelly.

Suddenly his face changed. He grinned exaggerated, raised his eyebrows and tilt his head to one side. He reached the flower towards her, put it back to his nose and inhaled the smell with a very deep breathe. Then he donned an imaginary hat, playfully pulled up his trousers and grabbed an imaginary walking stick. Straddle-legged and with springy knees he started to walk back, looked around confused, swung the walking stick in his hand and behaved like Charlie Chaplin in his best characters. He stumbled over something imaginary, wiggled with his arms and turned back to look around.

Camilla couldn´t hold it. She heartily laughed and tried to find hold on the window frame. Charles had reached her now, hooked the imaginary walking stick on his arm, lifted his hat and presented her the rose with a deep bow and his still silly face. She was just happy. She had forgotten everything around and was focussed on this incredible young man, who was about to lay the world at her feet.

Charles couldn´t do anything else, he only adored her. With a voice gentler and more lovingly as ever before he asked her to continue their walk.  

Side by side they walked along the main way. Camilla held her rose with both of her hands, at least watching this beautiful rose rescued her from staring to Charles all the time. Their bodies were so close that Camilla´s dress brushed against Charles dangling hand now and then. He thought he hadn´t felt anything better before and paid attention to get not too far away from her while walking. But as Camilla dared to let dangle her arm as well and the back of their hands, more or less accidently, touched he forgot about the dress.

A shiver run through his body, his hand still tickled and all what he could think about was to grab her hand and to hold it tightly. But he had to focus on their conversation with his heavy bumping heart and tried to not talk silly things.

But he wasn´t the only one, Camilla was more and more aware of his close body and the slightly touch of his hand electrified her as well. But on the other hand they discovered more and more things they had in common. They already knew that they shared a love for riding and horses, for gardening, for walking and this special sense of humour. And they learned that they both loved to be buried in a book for hours, that they had some similar edits of Shakespeare and old poems at home, they had a few favourite composers of music in common and even liked the opera “Tosca” to bits. And for sure there were many, many more things.

But almost the best, something they both couldn´t really believe, happened now. Charles recited a quote from “The Goon Show” as an answer of Camilla´s question and she promptly answered with another quote of this series. Almost shocked Charles stared at her and grinned. He gave it another try and Camilla promptly answered again. They both heartily laughed and pointed at them with their index fingers mutually. “No! No! Not really now!” Camilla laughed with raised eyebrows. Charles almost rolled on the floor: “Don´t try to tell me you´re the biggest fan on earth. I don´t believe it. Because I am!” Camilla giggling answered with another quote and Charles couldn´t just hold it. He had covered his mouth with his hand and waved aside with the other hand. Camilla joined him laughing with her hands steadied on her knees to find hold. She just had too. This whole crazy thing was funny, Charles giggles were more than cute and infectious and somehow she was just happy. She simply had to laugh.

Finally they managed to cool down and continued their way. They didn´t speak, but now and then they looked at each other and twinkled or just grinned. Their souls had converged once more and an invisible bound had knotted their hearts.

They had walked around fifteen minutes since the old lodge house. Meanwhile they just walked through meadows and grasslands and reached a huge paddock. A lonely horse trotted around there and Camilla stared at Charles with begging eyes. Smiling he just bowed down and stretched his hand towards the paddock: “Of course, Ma´am! After you!”

Camilla excited leaned against the fence and stared over to the horse. Obviously the horse was delighted by a little variation and galloped over to them. Camilla whispered: “Oh, it runs very similar to your mare. The same pace and almost the same muscularity. But it still has to be trained.” Once again Charles was speechless. With wide eyes he stuttered: “Yes. It is the foal of my horse. And it´s here to be trained!” He unbelieving chuckled and shook his head. She was just wonderful. No, much more than wonderful!

The horse reached the fence and snorted. Charles stretched out his hand to greet the foal, but it gently pushed his hand away. It turned to Camilla and nudged her. Charles covered his face with his hands. What sort of girl he just had met! Camilla, of course, was already away with it. She caressed and patted the horse over and over and Charles watched her with a rapt smile.

Finally the cheeky foal was satisfied and galloped away. Camilla´s eyes followed it, she had clutched the fence with her right hand. But Charles didn´t recognize the foal any longer, his eyes wandered up and down on her. He almost imbibed her view: her waving curls in the breeze, her smile, her beautiful body, her fluttering dress, her lively, but warm and lovingly aura. He heard his heart bumping in his ears, he just had to do something now!

Hesitating and shy he placed his right hand on the fence as well. Still in a certain distant from Camilla´s hand. He was so nervous, he almost forgot to breathe. And he didn´t know that his heart was able to bump heavier than right now. But it was. As he slowly moved his hand nearer to Camilla he was anxious to die from a heart attack.

Out of the corner of her eyes Camilla recognized what Charles did. And she was nervous as well, her heart bumped so heavy. But he still was a few centimeters afar. They both just stared at their hands now, eagerly awaiting that something would happen now. Finally Charles cleared his throat and in the same moment placed his hand next to Camilla´s.

He almost fainted, his nerves were strained all the way. Camilla´s head run riot, if she would go on now her life would be completely unhinged. But she also knew it was just too late. It was already too late for her since the party night.

Slowly her pinky moved over and caressed his thumb. Charles couldn´t wait one second longer. He grabbed her hand, squeezed her gently and crossed fingers with her. His thumb gently caressed hers, while his heart, his stomach, actually all of his body jumped up and down. And he thought that her hand perfectly matched in his, as if they were made for each other.

The part of Camilla´s brain that still worked in this moment thought the same. His huge hand felt warm and protective, his caressing thumb sent shivers through her body and actually she never wanted to lose from him. She stepped closer to him and Charles took the rest of his courage. He put his free arm around her and pressed her tenderly against his chest.

Camilla closed her eyes for one second. It was an incredible feeling. She felt secured by him, but not overprotected. All the time she had already spent with him was full of joy, laughter and ease. And full of respect and a deep understanding for one another. They were different and so equal at the same time; how could she not fall in love with this cute and romantic young man.

She looked up to him into his excited and blushed face. His cloudy eyes were full of adoration for her and she couldn´t help. She just embraced him. His chest felt manlier than she had expected and she leaned her head against him. His heart bumped heavy into her ear, she smiled and placed a light kiss on his heart.

Charles stood there like a thin soldier again. His brain had problems to work properly. His left arm was still wrapped around Camilla, his right hand hung in the air in the same position she had left him before snuggling against his chest. He looked down to her, he was filled with happiness, but couldn´t believe that it was real. But her sparkling eyes, her loving smile and this gentle kiss on his chest felt so real. Yes, it seemed to be real. It seemed to be real that she obviously liked him and maybe fell in love with him.

He just embraced her too. A wave of pleasure and an unknown feeling rushed all through him. Caresses never were a huge topic in his family, at least since he wasn´t a toddler any longer. And so he didn´t know what he had missed until now. It felt as if this wonderful girl in his arms had opened a huge door in his heart and let out a wild bunch of feelings. It was just too much for his brain, it just stopped working. But his heart started a new life right now and almost the whole space was filled with her. Camilla.

Finally he had done it. He had spoken out her name. Quiet and breathy, but enough to let fly butterflies through Camilla´s stomach. His voice was deep and gentle and full of love. It gave her a goose flesh and she looked up to him. With her most lovingly smile she closed her eyes and kissed his lips carefully.

Charles wasn´t in this world any longer. A second sun seemed to be risen, flowers flourished inside him, his stomach lifted up, he had the feeling he could fly. He closed his eyes and felt the next kiss, more confident now and a second longer than before. He had never felt something softer, fresher and sweeter.

If he would be fully conscious, he would be shy and full of panic, but he was on cloud nine, only with his heart as a package.

Camilla tiptoed now, cupped his face with her hands and sucked his lower lip. From far, far away he heard her soft voice and felt her hands caressing his cheeks:  “Charles! Charles!” He opened his eyes again and watched the face that already was the most precious to him. Somehow relieved she smiled and whispered: “Everything alright with you?” Now he realized that he hadn´t answer one single kiss and just stood there, almost frozen.

He tried to just let it out now: “Yes…yes…I…I´m…” He deeply sighed, pressed her more against him and breathed: “Everything is alright. It´s just…I´m in love with you. So very much. Since the first moment.” It was out and he felt like flying up and falling down at the same time.

But suddenly his insecurity came back. Was he just a bloody fool? How would she react now?

But she smiled more than ever. With her mouth as well with her eyes. Her right hand still hold his face, her left hand stroke a wisp of hair from his forehead. “Oh Charles! You are wonderful.” She paused for a moment, sinking down in his eyes. And deeply breathed now: “And I´m in love with you, too.” Charles brightly smiled, everything inside him run riot, but somehow he knew what to do.

He bent down to her and kissed her in the way she did before. He gently sucked her lips, he never did before, he did it without thinking about it. But it felt so really good and he wanted to never end this again.

Camilla just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They exchanged a few of such kisses now, but especially Charles had problems to stay on his feet now. He felt dizzy, his heart raced,  he was just overwhelmed.

Camilly felt his and gently sat down with him in the grass, but Charles made sure to take her back in his arms immediately again. She leaned against his shoulder and enjoyed his caressing hands on her arm and back. She started to kiss him again on his ear and slowly continued her way to his mouth. Charles was more confident with kissing already, but now it hit him like a hammer again.

He felt her tip of the tongue tickling his lips and slowly entering his mouth. He stopped breathing, but closed his eyes. The memories of the few French kisses he already shared rushed through his mind, but he absolutelyl didn´t like it then. Frozen he waited the next things to come. But it felt so different. Camilla was very careful, she just tipped his tongue from time to time and slipped back to suck and kiss his lips.

Slowly Charles was at ease. And her tongue left a wonderful prickle on his`, this prickling wandered through his whole body, to places he felt never before in this way. Her loving caresses on his neck, his face and his back did the rest. He wanted to be even closer to her. No, he just needed to be closer to her!

He opened his mouth wider, immediately he felt her inside him and it was just wonderful. Not cold and mechanical as with his last “girlfriend”, it was full of warmth and tenderness. Finally Charles was able to join her tongue, he just did the same with her, and the longer he kissed her the more confident he was. He never wanted to stop this now. After a few minutes he had turned her on her back, but hold her strongly in his arms and took the lead. Now Camilla was the one who was away with it. He had learned quickly and he gave her the feeling of the most adored woman in this world. And actually she was for him.

A certain time later the porter in the gate house watched them coming back. He didn’t care that they walked arm in arm and constantly stopped for a few kisses. He didn´t realise their adoring gazes and their enraptured smile for one another. He just grunted as Camilla friendly wished him a good bye.

Charles felt desperate now. He didn´t want her to go home now. He wanted to be with her forever, somehow he couldn´t bear to be away from her for just one second. But it started to dawn now, it really was about time.

Camilla embraced him once again and kissed him: “Good bye, Charles, good bye!” she breathed into his ear. Charles hold her tightly and whispered back: “And when will we see again?” He placed a light kiss on her shoulder: “I´m busy the rest of the week. And on Sunday I had some time, but it`s your father´s birthday, isn´t it?” Camilla couldn’t believe it, he really had remembered! She placed an extra kiss on his lips: “You are unbelievable, Charles. But then it has to be the next week, I think.” Charles shook his head determined: “No, that´s way too long. What about Friday, but just after 7pm. I had time for about an hour!” Camilla caressed his cheek and smiled. Actually she wanted to meet with her friends then, but meanwhile Charles was way more important. She would cancel or just go later. “Alright. Friday shortly after 7pm.” Charles exhaled: “Still way too long, but alright. What do you think, where will we meet?” Out of the blue Camilla answered: “Well, maybe in my flat? We would be on our own, my flatmate will be out.” One second later she regretted it, there would be a lot to clean and to tidy up.

Charles exciting nodded. He was really eager to know how she lives, though he actually never before was in a common flat. Even better, he smiled. Suddenly he tapped his forehead and laughed: “Where do you actually live? And, I will give you my phone number, if something comes up.” Camilla laughed as well, probably she had forgotten to tell him her address in her excitement.

She rumbled around in her car and brought out a tattered paper and a blunt pencil. Charles stripped off a piece and wrote down his number. “So, this here is my private number. I will give you my office number….and this here is the number of my private secretary, just for an emergency case.” Camilla grabbed the rest for her address and her phone number. Giggling she handed it over to him: “Sorry, I just have forgotten the number of my private secretary!” With every other person Charles would be peeved now, but it was different with Camilla. It was just hilarious and funny. Charles burst out into laughter and kissed her once more while mumbling: “You cheeky thing!” in her mouth.

Hours before he never hadn´t dare to behave like this, just out of his mind, especially his heart. But within just an afternoon Camilla had started to bring out the best sides of him. A confident, funny and energetic young man.

Finally Camilla was able to get into her car and cranked down the pane to kiss him once more. Charles bent down and shyly asked her: “Would you terrible mind if I´ll call you later? To wish you a good night?” Camilla touched his cheek and beamed: “That would be wonderful. And…you can call me whenever you want.” Charles kissed her: “Good bye…Camilla…Milla…and please call me too, whenever you want!” She sent him a last smile and started the engine.

Her right arm waved out of the window and Charles waved back until she was completely out of his view. His wonderful, wonderful girlfriend.

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The Right Girl...Part Three

Camilla watched Charles waving to her from the other end of the polo field. Even from this distance she could see him still brightly smiling and somehow that made her brightly smiling too, with a smile that came directly out of her heart. Her feet just started to move, carrying her over to the young man she met for the first time a few hours before on a party, which was just a short stopover during the night.

The nearer she got to him, the more often her hand rushed through her hair. She was nervous, why the hell she was just so nervous!? She forced her hands to slip into the pockets of her dress and to stay there. And now she recognized that her heart bumped slightly faster as usual and if she thought about that it actually did so like the early morning.

Yeah, the morning…After a long night out with fun, music and dancing she woke up way too early. And, very unusual for her, she directly had a clear thought. In her mind she watched the face of this shy, young prince who beamed and smiled towards her. And she still felt how at ease and familiar she was with him…Immediately she thrust aside her thoughts, as she actually did the whole night since meeting him. She demanded herself to fall asleep again as she still had three hours until her friends would pick her up to go to the polo. And now there was this thought again…

Sighing Camilla turned around and closed her eyes. About one hour she turned from the left to the right in her bed and finally gave up. Grunting she got up, grabbed her cigarettes, opened the window and lightened a fag. And once again she caught out herself by thinking about Charles…Charles!! Why on earth she dared to call him just Charles! He was the Prince of Wales!

But her heart told her she had met Charles, the real person. Not Prince Charles, as the rest of the party had met him.

And suddenly she begun to giggle, but it wasn´t a jolly one. Her hands steadied against the window frame and she looked down, desperately shaking her head. This was absolutely crazy. Out of the blue she had met the Prince of Wales and they had talked to one another as if they had known for years. She wasn´t intimidated by him, she had the feeling he was really interested in her and they even kidded around about silly things. This was absolutely crazy, for sure!

Camilla decided to take a shower. It became a long shower, again and again she caught herself deep in thought about the last night. Now she wrapped into her huge towel, scuffled over to the room of Virginia, her flatmate, and knocked. There was no answer, Camilla just opened the door. She moaned, obviously Virginia hadn´t spent the night here.

In her fringe she found two eggs, a rest of butter, a very little rest of ham and a dried slice of Virginia´s birthday cake. Nothing more, nothing less. But enough for a small breakfast and, at least, an opportunity to distract herself while doing the scrambled eggs.

With the breakfast in her hand Camilla slouched down on the sofa and switched on the radio. Just right now the children´s programme ended and a very old chapter from “The Goon Show” started. Perfect, Camilla thought. She had already listen to it a thousand times, but she still could laugh about it. But actually she was the only one in her circle who loved this series. Until now she had hardly met a single soul, who could laugh about it in the way she did.

The Goon Show ended and the news programme started. Camilla watched the clock and was appalled. Just half an hour and her friends would be here! Well, she never was really just in time, but she still was wrapped in her towel and her hair was a total mess.

She switched out the radio, placed the plate on the next opportunity she could find and ran back to her room. With one fast jerk she opened her wardrobe and yanked out a dress, tossing it onto her bed. She slipped into fresh underwear and wanted to get into the dress as well. But suddenly she hesitated, grabbed the dress, hold it in front of her and checked herself in the mirror. No, this wasn´t good, she decided.

Five minutes later almost the whole volume of her wardrobe piled up on her bed. Confused she slipped from one dress to another, absolutely unsure what would suit her best. And suddenly she stopped. Never before she had made a fuss like that. She always was content with her first choice and didn´t waste time with watching herself in the mirror. Either the people around liked her outfits or not, she actually didn´t care.

So she scolded herself: “Milla Shand! What are you doing here?! Pull yourself together! You´re a country girl and you´ll always be, you don´t fit into his world! You know, where you belong and you know, what you want!”

She just grabbed her jeans and the next shirt she could find and left for the bathroom. Two seconds later she was back, quickly changed into the dug egg blue dress and looked into the mirror once more. Yes, this was fine, she smiled again.

Desperately Camilla tried to bring her hair into shape. She was angry with herself, why she didn´t blow-dry it immediately after showering! Now her curls were a total mess. She was forced to wet her hair again.

While blow-drying it she was lost in thoughts again…Yes, she knew what, or better, whom she wanted. She had already met someone she was madly in love with. “Oh, Andrew…” she moaned and rolled her eyes. Currently they were off again, once again. But this wasn´t new, since years they were on and off and on and off…He simply couldn´t get his hands off of other women. Actually she was very tolerant with this, this simply seemed to be the way it was with men. But sometimes it was really too much and they heavy, heavy rowed. And then they didn´t talk and meet for weeks or months, like now.

But it was love at first sight for her as she met him a few years ago in the office of her father. He was handsome, hands-on, funny and full of vitality. He had much experience in life and would be able to give her a quiet, but comfortable life in the countryside with a nice house, children, horses and dogs. All in all, this was what she wanted. Well, there were many things he was not. He was not romantic, he wasn´t sensitive, he was impatient and loud, he wasn´t always considerate and, yeah, he had this huge foible for any kind of women. But he was good in bed, very good.

Camilla brightly grinned. Yes, life was fun and adventure with Andrew. She still wanted to marry him, desperately. She was sure it would sort itself out then. And maybe, one fine day, he would have enough from other women…But he didn´t ask her until now. And she wasn´t sure if he ever will.

And now she had met this young prince, who seemed to be different to all men she had met before. And he had touched her heart, just in the right way to set her world on fire…

On her way over to Charles, Camilla demanded herself to stay cool, to stay in the real world and to make it clear to herself that it was only a little chat on a party.

But her eyes told something else entirely. They beamed and sparkled and she simply couldn´t get this bright smile out of her face. The nearer she got to Charles, the more slowly she walked, but her eyes were glued to his. And there it was again. This feeling that she would look directly into his heart and his soul.

She stopped a few steps apart from him, still smiling. And suddenly her heart made a huge bump. The way he looked at her! This face had nothing to do with the one she knew from the Prince of Wales in the TV or newspapers. It was full of emotion with slightly blushed cheeks, and his eyes sparkled to her in a way like no one else looked at her before. He still brightly smiled too, and as he hesitantly made a few steps forward to her, Camilla gulped.

She didn´t know that Charles´ heart was pounding like mad and that he badly tried to have a clear thought to say something rational to her. She wasn´t even able to imagine it, she by herself tried to keep clear her mind.

Finally Charles made an effort. He reached out his hand to her and pressed out: “Oh, hello. Nice to meet you again.” A moment later he wanted to kick himself in the pant. How stupid was this please!? He blushed even more.

Gently Camilla took his hand and started to curtsey. Immediately, almost panicked, Charles grabbed her hand tighter and touched her arm with his other hand. “Oh no, no, no…!” he almost screamed. He never wanted to see her curtsey to him again, he found it ridiculous and inappropriate. A second later he realized that he had touched her bare skin and he heard his blood running through his veins.

Camilla stopped her curtsey, even more confused now and her brain told her to give an answer to him. “Yes…so nice to meet you again, Your Royal…” Charles interrupted her with wiggling his left hand. Never before he dared to have such a courage, but it just came out of him. “No, please!…I´m Charles.” It was done, somehow he felt relieved, but somehow his heart bumped on an even higher level now. Was he gone too far?! How would she react?!

Camilla just stared at him, she had her hands folded behind her back and kneaded her fingers. But neither she nor Charles realised this. Her brain didn´t work properly, so she answered with her heart: “So, well. Charles…I´m Camilla, you know. My friends call me just Milla, that´s up to you.” She smiled her breathtaking smile to him, Charles almost died. His brain was empty, he didn´t know what to say. His left foot scraped in the sand and he fumbled at his nails.

In Camilla´s head her brain was back and screamed to her: “Camilla Shand! Once again, what are you doing! Stop this here, go back to your life. You´re not meant for this!” But her heart forced her to ignore her brain.

Camilla spotted Charles´ mare directly behind him and was almost speechless with admiration. With wide opened eyes she broke the silence: “Aaww, Sir…uummhh, Charles…what a really, really wonderful horse! She was beautiful from the distance on the playing field, but from here she´s just perfect. Well trained, perfect proportions and a perfect action!” Charles grinned like a Cheshire cat. He couldn´t believe it. Of course, yesterday she mentioned that she loved riding. But now he felt that she burnt for it. And obviously as much as he did.

He grabbed the rein and pushed the horse beside him. “You can come closer, just look at her.” Almost disbelieving Camilla stared at Charles: “Really?” she whispered. More confident now, Charles encouraged her. “Yes, have a go. But be careful, she is very wary of strangers.”

Slowly Camilla neared the mare from the side. She started to whisper to her, very quietly, so Charles couldn´t understand everything. But it wasn´t necessary. He just felt that she had the right touch with horses and probably with all sorts of animals. The mare stayed calm and as Camilla dared to pet her gently, she snorted with pleasure and started to nibble at Camilla´s shoulder. And again Charles couldn´t believe it. Never, never before his horse was so trustful to strange persons!

Away with it Camilla slowly walked around the horse, patted and caressed her gently and continued to whisper to her. Charles let loose the rein and stared at the scene. Was this just a dream or was it reality? Did he really met someone so wonderful? Someone who seemed to be perfect from the inside and from the outside? And who obviously liked him? But suddenly he wasn´t so sure any longer…She hadn´t mention with one word that she liked him! Yeah, she was friendly and smiled to him and she came here today…but he wasn´t really a dream man. He felt awkward most of the time in public, he had uncommon hobbies, at least for his age, and he wasn´t cool anyway…He had seen her cool friends and they were the total opposite of him. Why on earth she should like him?

In this moment Camilla turned her head towards him and he just throw over his thoughts. Joyfully laughing she tilt her head to one side and gave him her most lovingly smile again. “Oh Charles! I think she is in love with my dress!” Camilla pointed to her shoulder with the huge wet stain and Charles couldn´t help but broke out in laughter too. He didn´t know why, the stain wasn´t really to laugh about. Just the way she stood there and acted and her giggling was so precious funny, he simply had to laugh with her.

From now on they happily chatted to each other while sitting on two fieldstones at the side of the polo field. Camilla pulled out her cigarette pack and offered a fag to Charles. Almost disgusted Charles refused, he was a passionate non-smoker. Camilla frightened a bit and slightly blushed. “Oh sorry, I didn´t know…” she stumbled. Charles lightly panicked, he didn´t want to offend her in any way. He bent forward to her and wanted to touch her arm unconsciously, but didn´t dare in the end. Instead he nervously bubbled out: “No, no. I´m so sorry. The half of the world is smoking and almost my whole family! No problem, really! No problem!”

He hastily jumped up and run over to his stable boy, who was busy to load the horse and all the equipment. The stable boy rumbled around in the Range Rover and handed Charles over a little dented pot. Charles placed it beside Camilla´s feet: “Unfortunately I haven’t a proper ash tray. But this here will do it.” Lovingly smiling he sat down on the stone again.

Camilla stared at him with an open mouth. Actually she never minded to just let fall the ash down on the ground and then simply tossed away the fag… Now she started to smile again. What Charles had just done was so sweet! And, yes, he was sweet and obviously caring and…Shit! She was on the best way to fall in love with him. If she wasn´t already.

Her cigarette just burnt in her hand, she didn´t smoke. She continued to look at Charles with a slightly open mouth and her mind run riot. He was almost two years younger than her, a universe in their age. He obviously hadn´t much experience in the common things of life, he came from another world…But somehow this didn´t matter. It just had clicked. And actually it had clicked since their first changed words. And despite knowing him for only a few hours she felt a bond, a warmth and an intimacy between them as she never felt before with someone. Obviously the world of Camilla Shand was upside down.

Charles didn´t mind that she didn´t answer and instead just stared at him. He just couldn´t get enough to look at her, to study her face and her facial expressions. And slowly he became aware that the polo event was coming to an end now. His heart bumped heavier again, what should he do now? He just couldn’t let her go. He had to see her again and, the most important thing: he had to know if she really wants to meet him too! And if she liked him and, maybe, but just maybe, if he could have some hope…No! For nothing in this world he would dare to ask her this! But, damn! He had to do something!

A second later this decision was forced on him. A shrill whistle sounded over the field and someone screamed: “Millaaa…Millaaaa….come on! We´ll leave!” Charles was frozen and glued on the stone. Camilla turned her head back to her friends, watched Charles again, smiled to him and turned back to her friends: “One minute…!” One of her friends screamed back: “Noooo! Come on now!”

Hesitantly and nervously tugging at her dress Camilla stood up. Charles followed her, but he almost jumped. He started to fumble at his signet ring and nervously smiled to her. Quietly sighing Camilla smiled back to him, reached out her hand and almost whispered: “So…then I have to leave. It was very nice to…” Charles blood pressure was on its highest level now. He saw red and he took all of his courage to interrupt her: “Yes, yes…So, may I see you again?” He felt relieved. Whatever she will answer now, he had tried. He hadn´t let her go so simple.

This was what Camilla had waited for, though she didn´t dare to confess it. At least not to herself. She beamed all over her face now, her eyes sparkled to Charles and she happily answered: “Yes, if you would like it?” Charles felt like flying. Oh my God! Could he really be that lucky?! She wants to see him again and obviously she liked it a lot!

Out of breath he grabbed her hand that she still had reached out to him. He burst out: “Yes, very much! When do you have time?” His heart still run, but he felt like a winner. She had said `Yes`!

Camilla felt his hand wrapped around hers and recognised for the first time now how good it was. He had huge hands, but he touched her very gently, but not weak. It simply felt good. Warm and safe. “Next Saturday I´ve planned nothing. What do you think?”

Charles corners of the mouth sunk down. “Oh no. I have an engagement with my mother in Scotland, but I´ll be back on Sunday morning. Maybe then…?”

Desperately Camilla shook her head, her eyes didn´t sparkle any longer. “Oh no…there´s my father´s birthday…” For one second she thought about inviting him but called it off immediately. This was impossible, at least now.

Charles panicked again, Camilla´s friends called her once more. Hastily he pressed out: “Maybe it´s too early for you, but what about Tuesday?” Actually he had a meeting with all the private secretaries but he would cancel it just for being with her.

Camilla brightly smiled again. “Yes, of course. I´ve time. I just thought you were too busy during the week.” Charles was more than relieved. Of course he was busy during the week, but at the moment he didn´t care. He would do almost everything to be with her, just cancelling an engagement with the Queen was impossible.

Full of joy he squeezed her hand: “Then we´ll see on Tuesday. Is 2 pm alright?” Camilla smiling nodded. And now Charles dared to add: “I´m looking forward to it. Really…” Camilla slightly blushed again and breathedt: “Yes, I´m too…” She loosened from him and wanted to turn around. Suddenly she frowned: “Oh, but where will we actually meet?” Camilla giggled to him and shrugged her shoulders. Oh, no! He was such a bloody fool, Charles thought! Of course he exactly knew where he wanted to go with her. He already had this idea all the time today. How could he forget to tell her! Obviously he was even too stupid to arrange a date properly…

“I thought of…oh, wait! Do you actually have a car?” What was just up with him? He just planned something and didn´t even know if she was able to go there? But, if not…he just would send someone to pick her up…But Camilla hastily nodded.

 “So, if you´re interested in, I´d like to show you one of my favourite places here in Windsor Great Park!”  She brightly smiled and her eyes sparkled again. Charles was relieved and explained her the way. On one point she had to leave the official way and shouldn´t stop or feel irritated by the sign “Private area. Please do not enter” She should drive until she reached a huge gate, he would pick her up there. Camilla repeated his words to make sure to go the right way, this gave Charles even more confidence. She really was interested in meeting him again.

Suddenly the both of them were aware of the noise behind them. Her friends already sat in the cars and impatiently hooted the horns.

Charles slightly begun to sweat. He wanted to say her good bye in the right way, but he didn´t know what to do. He reached out his hand to her once again and tried to find the right words now. But he didn´t need to say anything. Camilla bent forward, touched his upper arm and gave him a good bye kiss on both of his cheeks. Very quickly she turned around then, rushing over to the waiting cars.

Charles was on cloud nine, but at the same time he was like in a fog. She had kissed him! Not really of course, but he had felt her lips and her nearness and he had smelt her hair and her skin for one second! Nothing had felt and smelt better to him until now, this was for sure. His heart bumped uneven and his stomach tumbled. Not to mention the armada of butterflies flying through his whole body.

With a tumbling stomach as well Camilla turned around one last time before entering the car, giving him a short wave. She wanted to cover her feelings in front of her friends, she still was confused and nervous, but she couldn´t deny that she was a bit sad to leave Charles now. And that she couldn´t wait until Tuesday to meet him again. Her heart beat faster again and her mouth dried. But from this second on she had to bear the teasing of her friends. Of course all of them had recognised to whom she had talked yesterday and today again…And how close they already seemed to be…She simply endured it. Her lips were locked. And sooner or later they would change the topic, she just had to wait.

Charles still stood on the same place where he was left by Camilla. His eyes had followed her to the car, he waved back to her, then his eyes followed the leaving car and he even stood up on his tiptoes to catch a glimpse of everything he could get. Now he just stared to the exit…And he felt this huge emptiness again…

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The Right Girl...Part Two

“Thank you very much, Your Royal Highness.”, Camilla answered him, while looking down on the floor for a second. Charles was surprised, her voice was deeper than he had expected. But somehow it fitted her perfectly well, he decided. Her voice underlined her aura of steadiness, trustiness and heartiness. Of course this wasn´t really in his mind at this moment, but his subconsciousness recognized it very much.

She looked up to him again and lightly smiled. It knocked Charles socks off completely. She smiled not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, yet her whole face changed into pure vitality and kindness. Through Charles body run a huge bunch of flashes and bolts. He felt woozy, but he didn´t really realized it. His brain worked just only at half-speed, he hadn´t recognized if a bomb had detonated beside him.

He tried to answer anything, but his voice didn´t work properly. Anyway, his mind was empty. With a slightly opened mouth he dared to look down on her. In slow-motion, though unintended, his eyes wandered over her flower-printed blouse, to her washed-out pair of flares, down to her trainers with the rest of mud and up again.

Now Camilla smiled an awkward smile and shrugged her shoulders: “Oh, I´m so sorry, Sir. I was with my grandmother doing some gardening…She has a wonderful roses garden and I simply love to be there…” Camilla brimmed over with enthusiasm for this, her eyes sparkled even more, but she looked at Charles frozen face and stopped. “Oh…I…I´m talking too much…” Hastily Charles interrupted her: “No, no, no!…I…I love gardening, too..!” Finally he was able to speak in complete sentences again. With an uplifted face she brought out: “Oh…yes…that´s wonderful.” She smiled again, through Charles body run flashes anew.

His brain told him to drink a sip to cool down, mechanical he raised his glass in direction of his mouth. Camilla continued, now her animated hand moves underlined her words: “Yes…and then we took a short ride, but obviously I forgot the time…as always while riding…” she chuckled now. This chuckling was the sweetest and cutest sound Charles had ever heard. He was completely over the edge now, his stomach tumbled, his heart bumped heavy and his mouth went dry again.

He held his glass directly in front of his mouth, but didn´t drink something. He just stared at Camilla, his confused brain tried to repeat her words to comprehend them.

Camilla didn´t mind about his strange behavior, she lovingly smiled at him again, shrugging her shoulders she sighed: “And suddenly my friends were there and picked me up for the night out. No time for changing the dress.”

Charles heard this words, but his brain still hadn´t work out it. At least he was able to put down his drink. He answered on her second to last sentence: “Oh…I love riding out, too…and I´m playing Polo…” Camilla chuckled again: “Yes, Sir! I think, that´s well known.” And almost casually she said: “We wanted to go to a Polo match tomorrow.” Charles heart paused for a second and he pressed out: “Where?” Camilla frowned: “Actually I don´t know…I´ll ask my friends.”

She turned around to look for her clique, but all of them were wildly dancing. Laughing she shrugged her shoulders again: “Later then.” Slightly she tilt her head to one side and looked up to him, again with this gaze directly into his heart. Charles grabbed his glass with both of his hands now and gulped. Through his stomach, or better said, through his body flew a whole armada of butterflies now.

They stood there, only gazing into each other´s eyes. There was silence between them for a moment, but not an awkward silence. It was a peaceful silence, and actually they talked to one another as they would do so often the rest of their lives: only with their eyes.

But they weren´t still aware of this now, they simply felt at ease with each other. Charles, constantly shy and anxious to do or say something wrong in private, dared to continue the talk again.

He cleared his throat, still grabbing his glass tightly. “So, your grandmother owns a rose garden?” Camilla´s eyes lit up even more, smiling she nodded and breathed: “Yes.” Somehow Charles was relieved that she obviously liked to turn back to this topic, or any topic at all.

But he didn´t need to ask something again. Camilla, fully animated with her hands now, started to talk in full flow. She talked about how the garden smelled and how nice it was to look at.

Very soon Charles entered into the discussion about the manifold cultures of roses and how to do the gardening. Intently Camilla followed him, asked him now and then, and lovingly smiling nodded to him.

They didn´t recognize it, but they already stood so close to each other, as only intimates did. When one of them talked, the other one followed with a rapturous smile.

Now and then they changed the topics, giggling and laughing more and more with each other. Somewhere inside of him a very huge knot began to lose, somehow the sun started to rise in his heart. Never before in his life he felt so at ease, almost free. He never ever wanted to stop to talk to her, he never wanted to be apart from her again.

But suddenly a tipsy voice screamed: “Hey, Milla! Say good bye to your new flame there…”The guy, one of her companions, giggled and tried to find hold on the door jamb. “Time for the next party…” he tried to find balance. Camilla rolled her eyes and moaned ironic: “Oh no, that sounds really great…”

Charles almost got panicky. Oh no, she will leave now! With wide eyes he stared at her girl pal, who came over to them to pick up Camilla. She patted her back and grinned: “Time to leave, old bag!” Apologizing Camilla raised her eyebrows to Charles and pressed her lips. “So, I think, I really have to leave…”

Charles heart was in his boots immediately, his mouth became dry again and he slightly started to shake. But now Camilla tapped her head: “Oh…the polo match…” She turned around to her pal and tapped on her shoulder: “He Jane, where will we watch the polo game tomorrow?” Charles heart paused for a moment, he hung on the lips of this girl, hoping for the right answer. His nerves stretched, the girl frowned and pondered. Then she smiled: “Oh, I almost forgot the match. It´s Smiths Lawn.”  Inwardly Charles exploded in a mixture of joy, positive panic and complete unknown feelings. And he just couldn´t believe, what he had heard. On a far, far away horizon the sun came up again.

He tightly hold his glass with both his hands now and stuttered: “I´ll be there…tomorrow…I´ll play the match…”

Camilla turned back to him now completely and smiled, obviously full of joy: “Really? What a coincidence!” But somehow she thought now, she was too brisk yet and looked shy down on the floor. Her girl pal tried to push her away: “Miilllaaa….come on now!”

Charles hastily reached out his hand to her and actually wanted to hold her upper arm. But shortly before he stopped, he didn´t dare it. With a scratchy voice again he only pressed out: “So…I guess…we´ll see tomorrow then.” Camilla looked up to him again, somehow relieved but still shy. “Yes, probably we´ll see tomorrow.”

Charles lips moved, but no words came out. He felt desperately, he felt, as if something of him was about to be lost. Actually he wanted to say something more to her, but he was blocked. So he reluctant reached out his hand to her, slowly she took his hand and curtseyed to him.

Her pal took her by her hand, curtseyed to him as well while turning around, and rushed over to the exit. Charles feet were fixed on the ground, he wasn´t able to move a bit. His eyes followed Camilla, the more she removed from him, the more the rug pulled out from under him.

Shortly before the exit Camilla turned around again, sending him her most lovingly smile. Charles still wasn´t able to move, he felt even worse now. And then she was out of his sight.

Charles simply stood there for a few moments, trying to catch a clear thought. I put down his glass on the commode next to him, smiled to the people around him, but didn´t recognized that a few of them wanted to start a chat. He just wanted to get out of here, he needed to breathe fresh air and he just had to move now.

He said good bye to Lucia, who had absolutely recognized what was going on. Lovingly smiling she patted his back, twinkled to him and let him go.

Charles run down the steps, jerked on the door knob and almost jumped out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a very little bit better now. His protection officer opened his car door: “Everything alright, Sir? Do you want to go home now?” Charles confused looked down to him. Actually he didn´t know, what he wanted or what would made sense to do now.

He mumbled something, what the officer didn´t understand. Suddenly Charles jumped into his car and sped off. The officer had problems to follow him. But Charles didn´t drive home, he just drove somewhere. Senseless he crossed around central London, the radio turned on loudly. His life was out off its hinges now, suddenly everything felt empty. He was empty, the car was empty and his apartment was empty, as he finally came home…

Way too early his Aston Martin drove through the gates of Smiths Lawn. Only a few horse trailers were already there on the opposite side of the polo field, but Charles parked his car next to the entry. He wanted to make sure that he wouldn´t miss anything, at least the arrival of a very certain person, if to be honest to himself.

He got out of his car and, with crossed legs, leaned against the door. Trying to stay cool his gaze wandered around, but from the corner of his eyes he constantly watched the entry. For the next twenty minutes nothing happened.

He watched his wristwatch again and again, still one and a half hours until the game will start. Somehow he felt stupid to be here so early, but he simply could not help.

Twenty minutes later, he still leaned against his car, his own horse trailer emerged. It was parked next to the others, very hesitantly Charles went over. While walking alongside the fence of the playing field, he turned around several times to watch the entry. But nothing happened.

Snorting and nudging his shoulder his horse greeted him, Charles lovingly patted the back of the stallion. He shortly chatted to his stable boy, but still not losing the entry out of his gaze, and quickly got back to his car.

While walking back some cars drove onto the parking field. His heart stopped for a second and then bumped even more heavy, he fastened his pace, constantly staring on the cars. A bunch of young people got out, laughing and screaming around. In light velocity he checked out every one of them and now his shoulders sunk down. She wasn´t there.

But, he watched his wristwatch again, still one hour until the start. Why on earth she should be here already, he tried to ease. Anyway, his heart bumped on a higher level now. Slowly he became twitchy.

He leaned against his car again, his legs and arms crossed. Quietly he chuckled. Actually he was a bloody fool, he thought of himself. He had talked to her on a party, surrounded by tipsy people and loud music. This party was only a stopover for her through the night, she was in company from people who seemed to be livelier than he himself. They even didn´t arrange a real date, she only said, she would be there with her friends anyway.

Probably she won´t come here, she just wanted to be friendly he persuaded himself. A second later he ditched this thought. No, there was something special with her, he couldn´t put it into words. He simply felt, she wasn´t one of this babblers. And he still felt this emptiness somewhere inside him. But then his feelings and his soul was a total mess since yesterday night anyway, he wasn´t able to concentrate on anything more than one minute.

The time went by. Some of his friends came along, all members of his team arrived, the whole place where filled with people.

Charles was more than nervous now. Actually he was peevishly, he didn´t want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to stare to the entrance. But of course, he had no chance. As always he was surrounded with a bunch of pals and royal hangers.

There were just ten minutes until the game would be started. Charles opened luggage space and jerked of his clothes. Hastily he changed into them and slammed the cap. One last time he looked over to the entrance.

She wasn´t there.

Sad, unmotivated and still empty inside he crossed the field to pick up his horse, he didn´t turn around once more.

The game started, cantering he tried to follow his pals for a few minutes. He didn´t watch the audience around, he tried to control his uprising anger. Suddenly the ball was shot directly to him, with full power he hit it. He felt a bit better now, but he still had to let out his frustration. In full gallop he rode along the fence and spotted a group of young people out of the corner of his eye. He recognized the girl, who had picked up Camilla last night from him.

His heart stopped, he forgot the game and slowed down to quickly check out the clique. But his shoulders sunk down again, she really wasn´t there.

Charles didn´t understand anything. But, at least, he had always known it. There simply didn´t exist a person, who would really like him or, even, love him. He was stupid yesterday, and, at all, he had behaved stupid. That was, what he decided within milliseconds.  

He paced up the speed again, his horse rode alongside the fence. Here and there a few people leaned against the fence with their back. No one really followed the game. The most people saw it as a chance to see or be seen or just to make deals in a leisure atmosphere.

Suddenly, actually only three seconds later, he watched two hands crawling around the balustrade. Someone slightly leaned over, someone with shoulder long blond hair, that softly waved around her face in the breeze. Even from the distance her bright blue eyes let stir his blood. She brightly smiled over to him, staring directly into his eyes.

Charles just wanted to embrace the whole world now. She was here! She really was here! Actually he had known all the time, he was sure now.

Still in gallop he not only smiled to her, he grinned with happiness now. He wasn´t able to get this grin out of his face, actually he wished to jump around and to scream out his joy to the world.

But he heard a scream now. A scream of his pal that the ball was coming to him. Charles turned around on the back of his horse, the racket tightly in his hand. But he couldn´t lose from the sight of Camilla, he still smiled over to her and…missed the ball. His pal was really, really angry now.

But Charles was over the edge, he just couldn´t concentrate one the game today. His team lost big-time, but to his very luck no one really dared to do him down. Charles didn´t mind today, there were more important things to him now. To be honest, he simply didn´t care about it.

He guided his horse over to his trailer, turning around to Camilla again and again. She still stood on the place where she had watched him all the time during the match. She was unsure what she should do now. She looked over to Charles and he took all of his courage and gave her a sign to come over to him.

He watched her coming nearer and nearer. He was fascinated about the way she moved and how the wind played with her hair and how her dress, a dug egg blue summer dress, slightly flattered around her body.

And now she was just a few steps distant from him, smiling with her mouth, her eyes, yet her whole face lovingly right into his eyes, right into his heart. And it hit him like a hammer now:

He was absolutely in love with her.  Deeply, irretrievable and forever in love with her.

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The Right Girl...Part One

Bored Charles laid on his sofa in his apartment at Buckingham Palace. His legs dangled over the arm rest and his eyes where fixed on the ancient grandfather clock, counting the seconds.

Unconscious he twiddled with his nails, as he always did, when he was nervous or shirty or simply didn’t know what to do with himself.

Actually he didn´t know what to do at the moment and, he was a bit shirty. He just came back from Clarence House, he had tea with his grandmother. He loved her to bits, he was very close to her and he was thankful for every one of her advices. But during the last time she touched on a subject again and again.

And she wasn´t the only one. His father and even his younger brother, Andrew, teased him with the same thing. When would he finally show around a proper girlfriend?

Quietly Charles sighed. What´s all this fuss about, he thought. He didn´t understand his fellows from university, who dated dozens of girls, apparently their only leisure activities. And this tattle about finding the enduring, great love! Scoffing Charles chuckled, as he thought about the marriages in his family. Great love, haha…! Even if the marriage of his grandparents was a peaceful one, it obviously wasn´t built on passion and addiction. It was a deep friendship and the love had grown over the years.

At last this one was what he expected from his own marriage later. Later, yes, later…he decided. Of course he had dated with a few girls already. But it was more under the pressure from his friends, he didn´t want to be the outsider who never went out with someone.

He never had this, what one could call a real relationship. The longest “relationship” he had was for four weeks, half a year ago. The girl was from an aristocratic family, with a good behavior and nice to look at. But to be honest, he never didn´t really know what to do with her or what to talk about. Meeting her was always like an enforcement, at least retrospective.

And of course, they tried to do, what people do with each other. They had kissed a few times, but somehow Charles execrated to do it with his tongue, even now remembering it he shivered. And, he blushed now, they had made love. Charles asked himself why it was called “made love”. What has this got to do with love?

Obviously the girl had some experience, somehow she managed to bring Charles into this special condition. But he felt awkward all of the time, he didn´t want to be completely naked in someone´s presence, and was ashamed for the things his body did. Five minutes after it was done, he longed for a long and hot shower to wash off this experience.

He had a bad conscience towards this girl, he felt like a liar, and they decided to stay friends and not to meet any longer like a pair. Of course he never heard again from her, but he didn´t mind.

Yeah, to be absolutely honest, it would be wonderful to have a person he could share everything with. A person who would laugh about the same silly things as he did and would be able to lift him up, when he was depressed again. A person, who would accept him in exactly the way he was, or better, to absolutely love him. A person, who was really interested into his work, who would reread his speeches and would give him professional advices. Someone, who would protect him with her love and whom he could trust completely. And sometimes it would be nice to fall asleep while holding the hand of this wonderful person…

Charles tapped his head. His imagination ran riot once again, he thought. The reality in his widespread family showed him how a marriage works. More than a friendship he didn´t expect, and, to be honest, who would really love him? He was more than complicated, he had a strange humor, he was an outdoorsman, there simply couldn´t exist a woman who would love him unconditionally.

His grandfather clock stroke 7pm.. He had an invitation for a party one hour later, his pal Lucia Santa Cruz wanted to celebrate something he couldn´t remember. Actually he didn´t want to go, rather he wanted to go to bed and engrave into one of his books. But he had accepted the invitation a few weeks ago, it would be rude to cancel now.

So he ordered his dinner and dressed in casual wear, at least, what he thought that it was. In ironed tweet trousers, a chequered skirt and a grey jumper he left Buckingham Palace and entered his Aston Martin Volante. His protection officer would follow in a conspicuous car and would wait for him, until he leaves.

After half an hour driving through London he reached Lucia´s apartment. Luckily he wasn´t the first of her guests, there were already ten people around. Some of them were dancing, the rest sat drinking and chatting on a huge sofa and down on the floor.

Charles greeted them shortly and spotted Lucia, mixing some drinks. Perfect in form he placed a kiss on her hand and chatted a few moments with her. But Lucia had to entertain all of her guests, she left Charles after she had mixed him a Gin tonic, but meanwhile a few more people emerged and surrounded Charles.

He never had to worry about too less company, there were always people hanging around him and trying to have their slice of the cake. And of course lots of girls tried to get his attention. But he knew, they only wanted to be part of the life of the Prince of Wales, not a friend of Charles, the real person.  It wasn´t a real problem to him, he never knew anything else and he had to cope the rest of his life with it. He did business as usual, but deep inside he was bored.

Meanwhile a lot more guests arrived, the party became louder, most people were dancing now. The alcohol flowed like water, everyone was in high spirits.

Charles removed himself from the center of the party and leaned against a commode in the edge of the huge room. He was here for around two hours now, maybe he could leave in about half an hour, he thought.

Suddenly Lucia stood beside him, grinning she patted his back. “Charles, what´s up? In bad mood today?” Charles smiled friendly to her: “No, but I´m not the party animal, you know.” Lucia laughed: “Oh, Charles. I know, you have lots of temperament. But you have to be with the right people around you.” Charles sighed and Lucia continued: “So, what´s up on the girl´s front? Do you have a little lady friend?” Charles sighed louder: “Oh, come on! Leave me alone with this!” Lucia playfully rolled her eyes and changed the subject. They chatted around a few moments and suddenly a bunch of new guests arrived, a party of five or six lively people.

Charles tried to get his chance: “Lucia, I think, it is a bit crowded now in here. I think I will leave now. Thank you so much for the evening.” She hastily answered: “So, if you want. But wait just one minute. I have to greet the people over there and I will come back immediately. Wanted to ask you something about the charity event next weekend.”

Without waiting for Charles answer she crossed the room to greet the new arrival. Charles leaned against the commode again, still a glass of Gin tonic in his hand, the other hand in his trouser pocket. He looked out of the window and hoped Lucia will really come back in a minute.

She came back, after exactly one minute. Almost breathless she touched his arm. “Charles, forget about the charity event for a moment. Please, let me introduce you to someone.” Charles frowned, what important person would be on this party, at least at this time? Lucia stuttered: “I think…I think…I have just found the right girl for you!”

Charles moaned loudly and rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, Lucia! Please!” But Lucia looked seriously into his eyes: “Charles, I´m not cracking a joke. I know her for a couple of month, and…please, let me introduce her to you.” Charles looked at his wristwatch and waved aside: “Alright, alright! But I will leave immediately then!”

But Lucia didn´t hear his last words, she already rushed across the room. Charles crossed his legs and looked bugged out down on the floor. Why on earth everybody annoyed him with this subject, he thought.

A moment later he watched two pair of feet beside him. Lucia´s were dressed in fine, black high heels, the other pair of feet were donned into casual shoes. Charles didn´t trust his eyes, but was there a little rest of horse dung on these shoes?

He lifted up his head and heard Lucia´s voice: “Charles, may I introduce you to Miss Camilla Shand?” “Camilla, may I introduce you to the Prince of Wales?”

Yes, Charles heard her voice. But he didn´t really recognize Lucia any longer. The world around him was dwindled to a pair of bright blue eyes. Without saying one single word he stared at her, right into her eyes. He didn´t know why, but he never had met a person before looking at him in a way like this.

He could read in these eyes, he never was able to do it before with someone. He looked into pure kindness, respect for him, but no servility, no toadyism. Her eyes were adorned with wit, but completely without teasing. He didn´t know why, but he had the feeling these eyes looked at Charles, the private person. Not Charles, the Prince of Wales.

And he had the feeling this person read in his eyes in the same way as he did with hers. Slowly his brain begun to work again.

He didn´t recognize it, but his hands were slightly sweating and shaking, his face was blushed. He reached out his hand to her, he watched her hand reaching out to him as well and she curtseyed. With a dry mouth he cawed: “Good evening, Miss Shand….Nice to meet you…”….

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Hi I love your fiction !! I saw older reposts a long time ago where your fictions appeared unfortunately not much but could see from the section that it has something to do with grandchildren/family. Do you still have your older fic's or could you post them? because it would be very nice to read them and you finally made the effort to write them

Thank you so much! Well, I had a story about Camilla´s grandchildren, but I already posted it here.

I made a string of absolutely fiction, with Charles and Camilla having a child after their wedding. But I´m not sure about posting it again and I have to change the name, because I named their little girl "Charlotte" a long time ago before Charles´s granddaughter was born. So I guess people might find this strange.

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Ten Years Part Four

9 April 1993

With his hands in his trouser pockets Charles bopped up and down and tried to watch out of the window. But there was nothing to see beside darkness and his own reflexion in the pane. And floods of raindrops running down.

Quietly whistling he turned away and at random crossed the huge room. He watched at his wrist watch and to the grandfather clock in the corner, it was just five minutes later as the last time. Pretending himself to be calm he got back to the window, but still there was nothing as darkness.

Maybe he should switch out the light in here, then he could see better outside. No, it was ridiculous, Charles tried to convince himself. Just because he usually was too late and she has to wait for him, for their stolen nights or weekends in their friend´s houses, just because of that he would go mad now?! No, everything will be alright with her!

Fumbling at his nails Charles crossed the long corridor of his friends´ manor and got into the large kitchen. Both his friend and his wife prepared some dinner and the table was already set for four. “She will be here very soon, Charles. For sure.” The lady of the house encouraging smiled to him. Charles agitated nodded and his hand nervously rushed through his hair.

His friend patted his back: “Come on, Charles. Everything will be alright. You both have all the weekend here, and even the bloody weather shall be better tomorrow!” Charles tried to believe him and sat down with a distressed smile. His friend turned on the radio and his wife placed the meal in the middle of the table.

“Do you think she will mind if we already start?,” she hesitantly asked him. Of course she knew the answer, and Charles waved aside: “She will not mind. You know that!” And he friendly tried to refuse some food filled on his plate, but she went on: “When was the last time you have eaten something, Charles?” Charles couldn´t remember, so she pushed the plate with a determined smile to him.

But he hardly could eat something, he was deeply worried that she meanwhile was late for two hours. And suddenly the radio programme was interrupted for the traffic news. The M4 was jammed since hours already, and now there just happened a heavy car crash and the motorway was closed.

Charles´s face was frozen, his heart also. He stared at his friends for a moment, then jumped up and wanted to run out but somehow couldn´t. His brain was too strained just right now to do something useful, he just had crossed arms and leaned his head in one hand.

His friends terrified jumped up also and patted his back: “That means nothing, Charles. Are you even sure that she took this way?” “Of course, she always takes this way!” With big steps he rushed out of the kitchen, just mumbling a `sorry` and found a quiet place in the corner of the entrance hall.

Buried his face in his hands he sat in an ancient chair and mused about his life. Somehow he knew she would be fine, she would have nothing to do with this car crash. He simply would feel if something would be wrong with her, for sure. But somehow this was the last impulse he needed to feel totally worse.

Why, why, why they still had to drive for hours through the whole country,  just to meet for a night, or with a bit of luck for a weekend! Why he still had to put her into danger?! The most precious he had in this world?! It was disgracing and degrading, as if he would smear smudge on her! This simply had to come to an end!

A few month ago he had sworn blind that things couldn´t come worse. He official was separated from his wife after a real mudslinging, decided in the public. It had almost killed him. But he hoped so much to have more peace and quiet in life now, for him and for Camilla.

But now they were hunted from the press like never before. Still weeks after the whole world had laughed about their illegal recorded phone tape things hadn´t calm down. Charles´s blood pressure still exploded by thinking about this. Neither he nor Camilla couldn´t remember completely this talk. Since years they called at least twice a day, and he was sure this wasn´t the only recorded one.

And he prayed to God that nothing more would be published, as this talk was rather harmless to the other ones they sometimes shared. But, hell, nothing was wrong with this!! He wanted to meet just one pair in love that never had said things like this to one another! But he also knew, it didn´t matter.  And it didn´t matter that everyone should be clear in his mind about their deep love just by listening to their desperate voices, so longing to be together. It just was a dirty business. People are making money out of his private life. That was all. To offend common decency and even to break law was meanwhile reality…

Suddenly steps clattered along the corridor: “Charles, I guess she is coming…” Charles just jumped up, stormed to the entrance door, tore it open and run out into the heavy rain. He was already completely soaked as Camilla´s estate car parked in front of him.

Still behind the wheel she looked terrified at him, ripped her small luggage from the passenger seat and jumped out. “Daarling, go in!,” she yelled through the noise of the heavy rain. But Charles couldn´t get more drenched, so he shortly embraced her and kissed her already wet face with a relieved sigh.

Arm in arm they run back into the house. Charles just tossed her luggage away, embraced her tightly again and kissed her deep and in a way to grasp that she really was here. He didn´t recognise that he soaked Camilla with his wet clothes as well, but she obviously didn´t care. But she still realised that someone else was there and tried to stop Charles. “Darling, darling, wait…wait…,” she breathed into his yearning lips.

But Charles couldn´t even get loose of her while she greeted their friends. He constantly caressed her back and was happy to lay his arm around her again: “You really need something to eat now, darling!,” he worried said. Camilla tapped his tip of the nose: “And you probably, too! But, for all, you need a hot shower!” Finally they all could laugh.

Three minutes later Camilla helped him to get rid of his wet clothes in the bathroom. And she even didn´t try to veto as he started to undress her.

The warm water jet was so very relaxing, to them both. Camilla flung her arms around his neck and sucked his lips: “Had missed you so much, darling.” Charles stroke her back and grabbed her waist: “Where have you been tonight, darling? I´m almost died.” “Aahh…somehow all went wrong. Was too late anyway, misplaced the key, forgot my luggage in the house, had to return then…”Charles laughing arched his head, this was just his girl!

“And the bloody weather…I just could drive in snail´s pace…into a traffic jam!” Charles stroke up and down the outline of her body and pecked her lips: “You really should buy a mobile!” Camilla´s facial expression got horrified and unconsciously she buried her fingers into Charles´s skin: “Nooooo!”

She had sworn never again in her life to use a cordless phone. Charles sighed and buried her head into the crook of his neck: “I know, I know…but just for the emergency. Will you promise me?” Camilla desperately begged: “Daarling! Nooo!” “So then I will buy you one!,” he kissed her nape and soft breathed: “But you really, really should think of this!” Camilla nodded, but squared her shoulders then: “Oh darling! We still have to wait, but things will get better, for sure!”

Charles desperately shook his head: “I can´t believe this any longer! They have taken us apart, and mocked, and I don´t know what the hell else!” Camilla took his face in his hands and answered very serious: “But I still love you so much!” Deep sighing Charles pressed her against his chest and mumbled into her hair: “Yes, and I´m thanking the Lord every day for this! And it kills me what they are doing with you, how they talk about you and…” He grimaced and gulped and clawed his fingers into her flesh. To say the smear campaign against her would hurt him was a lie. It just ripped him into pieces and left deep wounds in his heart and soul.

He knew, it deeply had wounded her too. And even more he admired her for her fortitude and unbroken optimism. “One day it will be over, darling.” Camilla stroke his face lovingly, “what else can happen from now on? We have already touched the ground.” Charles shook his head determined: “No, no! This is the one thing I have learned: It always can get worse!”

She didn´t answer, just embraced him tightly and smirked: “Have you actually kissed me proper today?” Charles grinning pecked her lips: “Well, I think I have now.” Camilla shook her head: “Try again!” Charles smacked her: “But now, really!” Camilla pulled a face: “No!” “Maybe you can show me…” Chuckling she touched his cheek, kissed his lips softly, sucked them and tickled him with her tongue. Until Charles grabbed her bottom cheeks, flung her legs around his waist and pressed her against the wall to answer her kiss deep and passionate.

They forgot to eat, but made each other happy half the night. They just locked out the world, and the next morning was one of the rare days Charles started with a smile. He even felt some hope deep in his heart, as his first words were: “Good morning, darling!” And his first act to place a loving kiss on her sleepy face.

9th April 1995

Camilla tore open her backdoor and surprised stuck her head out. She watched Charles and his security officer parking their cars in a hidden corner that wasn´t visible for paparazzi. Though actually after her divorce form Andrew some weeks ago the press slowly had lost interest in sneaky shots of her.

“Darling, I´ve said you don´t need have to come…,” she called him as he rushed cross the courtyard. “This is the reason I´m here now,” Charles said and watched her with worried eyes. She looked worse as she had sounded on the telephone.

He wasn´t sure if she already had combed her hair today, she was dressed in some old leggings and the most worn out shirt she owned. He jumped up the two steps and kissed her tightly, while she still had the doorknob in her hand.

She looked terrible. She had dark circles round her eyes, her face was somehow shrunken and she seemed so very tired. Sighing Charles looked down to her, chewed his lower lip and arranged her hair with his fingers. Her blue eyes rested on him with a trustful glance and suddenly she touched his cheek, tiptoed and kissed him back. “Thank you,” she breathed.

Charles sighed again, nodded and lovingly rubbed up and down her upper arm. She made a head movement that he should come in and suddenly Charles stumbled over something. He looked down and had overturned her ashtray that always stood on the steps of the backdoor. It was obviously fulfilled.

Camilla shrugged shoulders and guilty looked up to him: “I know. I had a bit too much the last days.” Charles grabbed her hand and pushed her in, closing the door behind his back. He just took her tightly in his arms and cradled her. “I love you, darling! I love you, love you, love you!” Camilla snuggled against him as much as she was able to, but said nothing.

“And if my girl is wrong, I´ll be there for her. No matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the circumstances. Alright?” Camilla nodded into his chest and mumbled: “But I don´t want to be a burden on you!” Charles sighed and kissed her hair: “Ha…if someone is a burden here, then me on you!” “You will never be!”

He lifted up her chin with his index finger, looked seriously into her eyes and kissed her lovingly again: “Will you tell me now what´s wrong, darling?” Since a few days her mood was depressed and her voice got tired, but she insisted everything was alright. But this morning she was almost uncommunicative, something he had never known from her before. But still she meant to be fine and Charles shouldn´t be worried and not visit her before the weekend, when he was in Highgrove anyway. Five minutes later Charles had entered his car to drive to Middlewick House…

“Nothing special…,” she waved aside. But Charles´s gaze wandered around. The dishes she had used since yesterday morning still were around, if she had eaten anything at all. And…

Charles rushed over to the kitchen table and watched a bunch of newspapers. In thick headlines he could read what a saint his separated wife was, how beautiful and nice, dutiful and a perfect mother. That she was betrayed from her husband and his mistress. And how scheming, ugly, messy, lazy and a bad mother Camilla was. That her only life goal was to be his mistress and that eventually Andrew was so disgusted from this all that he had divorced her to find happiness. A few most unflattering photos of Camilla crowned this all.

Charles grabbed the papers and dumped them into the bin. “Will you promise me to never buy this again?” Camilla had crossed her arms and nodded. She had lost so much weight during the last time, nothing was left from her adorable curves. Even her eyes seemed to get cloudy, though she still smiled to Charles in the way she always had done.

“Come here, ducky,” he said softly and lifted her up. Camilla crossed legs behind his back, embraced him and buried her face into his neck. Charles carried her over into her living room and watched the next obvious reason she was down.

Half the furniture was missing. The last time he was here, around ten days ago, it has been as always. But Camilla had told him on the phone that Andrew had picked up the rest of his belongings meanwhile and now the living room looked like robbed.

Some shadows on the wall marked the places were the cupboards stood for years and some paintings were nailed up. The books and decorations laid down on the carpet now, but the upholstery, some small boards, a table and the TV belonged to her and was still there.

“Oh, great…,” Charles sighed. Camilla mumbled: “I was sick of it anyway.” “We will find some new ones,” Charles said while letting her down on the sofa. He got beside her and took her tightly in his arms. Camilla leaned against his chest and played with his fingers. “Uummhhh…he had called me early this morning. He wants to sell the house.”

Now it dawned on Charles that it was probably the main reason she was down. Her life changed dramatically during the last time, and though she was a brave girl and always optimistic, just right now it became all too much.

Charles pressed her tighter against him and kissed her forehead. “Alright, alright. Don´t worry, darling. We will make it.” Camilla sighed and nodded, but then jerkily got out of his arms and steadied her head in her hands. She deeply sighed and sounded desperate: “Aaahhh, I don´t know….and then…then I had dreamt of Mama again! It was soooo real and I woke up in the night and cried and…then I dreamt of her once again….”

Charles agitated stroke her back and brushed away the hair in her face. Carefully he took her hands away and embraced her again. He cradled her in his arms and breathed: “And why you don´t have told me that, mhh?” Camilla sobbing shrugged shoulders and quietly cried into his chest. “Don´t know…you have problems enough!”

Charles gently grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to see her face. Very tenderly, but serious he asked: “Hadn´t we agreed many years ago to have only joint problems?” Camilla watched him with teary eyes, but full of trust, and nodded with squinted lips. Charles smiled and tried to kiss away her tears: “See?”

Cradling her in his arms again he breathed: “Since when you´re dreaming of Mama?” Camilla sniffled: “Around one week, I guess. It´s just…because of the strain…it´s always when there is more strain…”. Charles kissed all over her face. It broke his heart to see her like this. Her mother has died almost nine month ago, and she still had days were she constantly cried. Losing one´s mother was probably the hardest thing ever, Charles assumed. Though he could imagine an even harder case, at least for himself…

But as Rosalind died, Camilla was just exposed an extraordinary smear campaign in the press. It hurt even more that Rosalind never would be allowed to see her daughter coming back to peace and quiet, and happiness. It still wasn´t there, but deep inside Camilla knew times would change again. But Rosalind was gone with deep sorrows for her daughter and Tom and Laura, and for Charles as well, whom she loved since meeting the first time. For the rest of her life this would hurt Camilla, and in times like this remembering her mother brought endless tears.

For a long time they said nothing, just hold each other in their arms. Then Camilla quietly started again: “It´s just…with the house…I can´t afford a proper new one. We have to split the money from this one…and only to buy a new house isn´t all, you know…” Charles was about to say that she wouldn´t need a new house, that she should move into Highgrove. But, of course, it just was his inner desire. It wasn´t something real, it would be the last step for the press to destroy them. It wasn´t possible at all.

And…Camilla was very much a person of her own. She just needed her own space.

“I will give you money, darling.” Camilla heavily vetoed, she knew there will be a huge fuss if it would leak out. And it would, with their luck it would leak out. But Charles was desperate, there just had to be a way to help her. She should have a good life, in comfortable surroundings, she should give up nothing, and Tom and Laura should be carefree also.

He scratched his head and his hand rushed through his hear: “What´s with Papa?” “I don´t want to ask him!” But Charles knew, and Camilla also, Bruce would give the shirt off his back to her daughter, to all of his children. Money wasn´t a real problem for him, so he would try anything to help her out. If she just wouldn´t be such a pighead…

But Charles made the decision to just ignore her protests. If she wouldn´t take money from Bruce, or directly from Charles because of the fuss around, he would find a way with friends or whatever. He wouldn´t let her down.

He embraced her tighter and his hands lovingly stroke up and down on her. “Don´t worry, darling. We will find a way, that´s for sure. Usually Fred is good for nothing, but he will do anything for you. If you want it or not.” He felt her arms wrapping around him stronger and she nodded into his chest.

They crawled more onto the sofa and laid down, still snuggled into one another. Camilla´s face was finally adorned with a happy and optimistic smile again. With closed eyes she caressed Charles´s chest: “Maybe you could stay for an hour or so? Then I´m really better…” Charles teasingly knit his brows: “I thought rather of staying forever….”

Eventually Camilla could chuckle and kissed his lips: “Even better….I love you, Charles!” Tenderly he stroke a wisp of hair out of her face and his index finger caressed her lips: “Love you too, darling. So very much,” he breathed with all his heart.

[thecclover-fanfictions]

Ten Years Part Three

9 April 1988

After striping her gardening gloves off Camilla grinning spread her arms. “Ready! I won!,” she laughing yelled over to the next flower bed. Charles poked out his tongue to her and smeared with his smudgy glove along his forehead: “There were much less plants for you!” Camilla shrugged shoulders and teasingly pulled a face to him.

Charles knit his brows, stared at her, slowly removed is gloves and smirking jumped up. He sprinted, lifted her up and put her over his shoulder: “So, then you have won a ride in my best carriage!” Camilla squealed and kicked with her arms and feet, but Charles managed to hold her in position. Roguish laughing he let her down into the wheelbarrow.

In full speed he wheeled her around, her arms and legs dangled out and she was shaken with giggles. Charles roared like a lion and tried to run even faster and Camilla begged breathless for release: “Alright…alright…please stop! Stoooop!” Charles took a sharp bend to the right, the barrow started to wobble and eventually knocked over.

Camilla rolled out on the lawn, stopped laughing, turned around on her back and stared at Charles. Shocked he got down between her angled legs but Camilla started to laugh again. Still worried he hold her back of the head and caressed her face: “Oh god, darling! Everything alright?!” Giggling she nodded: “Yes, it´s alright. It was just the shock for a second.” “Really? Are you sure?”

She just flung her arms around his neck and kissed him affectionately. Relieved sighing Charles smiled to her and hold her head with both hands now: “You are making me so happy…,” he breathed. Camilla´s index finger traced his eyebrows: “You are making me also.” Adoring she watched him with beaming eyes, and her loving smile got wider and wider.

Charles exhaled and desperately shook his head. With a low voice he answered: “Aah…if I just could. I am only a burden on you…” Camilla agitated vetoed: “Sshh….sshh…darling! Stop this!” But he laconic laughed: “Come on…the truth is…Fred is gone!” Camilla grabbed his cheek: “No, no! You know it´s not true! Fred is still there!” She tapped the place of his heart and then kissed his eyes: “And here…and here!” She had pecked his lips and pointed to the wheelbarrow: “And just right now he had made some cheeky things…”

Charles chuckled and to Camilla´s relief his eyes lit up again. He jumped up and reached out his hands to her: “Then come…Do you want to come to the aid of the loser here?” He laughed, but Camilla knew he didn´t mean just the flower bed he hadn´t fully planted until now.

She grabbed his hands and jumped up, embraced his waist and snuggled against his chest while walking. “Darling, don’t down yourself.” She raised up her head and kissed his chin: “I love you, Fred!” Charles sighed and patted her back: “It´s just…I had such a terrible Easter…”

Camilla embraced him tighter and looked up to him again. “The atmosphere was sooo strained and full of…hate. Everyone just wanted to come these days to an end…” His face was grey and anguished. “And I had missed you so much…” Camilla tiptoed and flung her arms around his neck. She buried his face into his cheek: “I´m here now, darling.”

Charles agitated but lovingly stroke her back and closed his eyes. “Mmhhh…this was the only thing to look forward.”

He had spent Easter in Windsor with some members of his family and his wife and two sons. He couldn´t even call Camilla who was with Andrew and the children, he didn´t dare to break the rules, though it almost killed him. But yesterday the children travelled back to boarding school and this morning Andrew to London, so Camilla rushed over to Highgrove as it was planned before.

He kissed her nape and mumbled into her hair: “But the main thing is that you are alright.” Camilla was still buried into his cheek and just pecked him now and then. She didn´t want to let him know, at least not now, that she fought against a lump in her throat and how worried she still was.

Although the situation with Charles was very much clear at home, or probably because it was very clear, she had a wonderful Easter with Andrew, Tom, Laura and the rest of her family. But in every free second she thought about Charles and knew, he wasn´t well at all.

But now she loosened from him and smirked. Charles was a bit confused, but immediately was infected by her: “Whaaaat?!,” he chuckled. She smirked, pushed his head down and rubbed nose with him. “I thought you would find it instantly…” Charles frowned. Camilla grinned mischievous: “The Easter bunny seemingly has lost something here…”

Charles moaned: “Oh no…!” Camilla giggling wiggled her index finger in front of his nose: “Oh yes! You have to look around!” But he couldn´t deny that it was fun, particularly as Camilla died in fits of laughter and yelled: “The other way!” “Much more the other way!” or “Better!”, until he finally stood in front of the flower bed he just tried to plant. Excited she shouted: “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Giggling he turned round and round until he finally spotted a small package. Hidden in the shrub just next to the place where he was all the time before. With an excited smile he fumbled it out and Camilla laid one arm around him. He bent down and pecked her lips with adoring eyes: “Thank you!,” he breathed. Whatever it was, it will be the most wonderful present to him…

He ripped off the paper and couldn´t believe his eyes. First he loud laughed but then he said nothing, just stared at the transparent bag in his hand.

Two biscuits in the shape of a bunny smiled back to him. One had dark brown hair, obviously made from chocolate, sunglasses and something like a tie of coloured sprinkles. And it had a huge red heart with two intertwined C´s scratched in it. The other one had a lot more of “hair”, made from yellow sprinkles, a pair of blue eyes made from something Charles couldn’t figure out and also a huge red heart with the intertwined C´s. Charles still said nothing.

Camilla breathed: “They are silly, I know. And you can´t eat them. They are burnt, as always with my baking skills.” She desperate chuckled, but Charles just embraced her and pressed her so tight against his chest that she had problems to catch a breath. “I love you. So much,” he said with a moved voice. And with a much lower voice then: “How will this all just go on…?” She embraced him back very tightly: “No matter how…,your wrinkled old bag will be there for you.”

Charles gulped with closed eyes, nodded and got loose from her. Softly he caressed her cheeks and gave her the gaze Camilla would get a shiver from for the rest of her life: a mixture of adoration, total trust in her and a happy astonishment that such a wonderful person like her really loved him.

Later, back in the house, after they had finished the gardening and loud giggling removed each other´s smudgy Wellingtons, Charles backpacked her. They kidded around and stumbled through the ground floor and up then to his private rooms. On a day like this he didn´t mind the gazes of the staff, and meanwhile their relationship was an open secret here anyway.

“Something to drink?,” he asked her while placing a huge smacker on her lips. Camilla´s hands rushed through her hair: “Just some water.” She wanted to grab the water but Charles shook his head: “No, no! Sit down!” Camilla grabbed the water again: “Darling, I can do it!” Charles determined took the water back: “No! Sit down!”

Camilla shrugged shoulders and wanted to take place in the huge arm chair. Charles shook his head again: “No, over there!” He pointed to the sofa and confused she walked over. She sat down on the right side and Charles wiggled his index finger. “No, the other side!” Camilla started to giggle, waved aside and let fall to the left. Immediately she jumped up again: “Oops!”

Under the wool blanket that covered the sofa partially she fetched out a small box. Confused she watched Charles: “Darling, here is something…” Charles sipped from his glass and dryly answered: “Really?!,” but he couldn´t hold back it for a second and wide smirked.

“Daaarling! I need no presents, you know that!”, but nevertheless she lovingly smiled at him. Charles rushed over and laid one arm around her. Tightly he kissed her lips again: “I will make you presents for the rest of my life. And still, it never will be enough for the way you make me happy.” He said this with such a determination but most loving at the same time, that Camilla just speechless stared up to him. She grabbed his cheek and kissed him back: “But, darling, it´s enough for me that I can be with you…”

Charles pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her tip of the nose: “Just open it, ducky!” Carefully she opened the box and with wide eyes stared at a priceless pearl choker with a huge jewel in it. “Ddd….Ddaaarling…this really is too expensive…” Charles kissed her hair: “That´s not a problem. And, I have won the lottery anyway!” Camilla bopped his waist with her elbow: “Weirdo!” Charles tickled her: “Really! I have won the jackpot! I got you!” Giggling, but with happy eyes Camilla flung her arms around his neck, still with the box in her hand: “You are crazy, crazy, crazy! But I´ll love you forever!”

She kissed his lips and said it again: “Forever. Forever…” Between her kisses her voice got lower and lower, until it had changed into quiet and languorous moans in Charles´s arms.

9 April 1991

Camilla wrapped her coat tighter around herself in the rain and cold wind. To fight against the bad weather was a good excuse to not talk to her pal any longer. Actually she got quieter and quieter during the last half hour, the more they neared their destination in the car.

But her friend didn´t mind. She also hadn´t mind that Camilla had smoked chain during the trip and nervous fumbled at her nails. And she had patted her back as Camilla checked the car space for paparazzi before getting out of the car. It almost became a second nature to her as she several times was shot while on holiday with Charles, and the paparazzi started to follow her. A few of them already camped around her house and her friend just wondered why still almost nothing had leaked out.

There were a few minutes to walk until they reached the Royal Opera House. Since long ago Camilla hadn´t felt so insecure and less self-confident. Her brain told her there could happen almost nothing, but her stomach heavily tumbled and slowly her hands started to shake.

Quickly, almost unnoticeable, she checked the surrounding again for paparazzi and a certain car.

Her friend pushed her into a small niche before they would dare to go in. Smiling she offered a cigarette again and Camilla actually knew she had just smoked too much for this day. But her nerves needed it, at least she would feel better with something to do.

“If the rest of us is already in?,” were her first words since leaving the car. Her pal winked to her, she knew that Camilla´s nerves were strained to the breaking point. “Yes, I´ve seen their cars on the park space,” she answered though Camilla obviously didn´t listen to her. Her corners of the mouth were sunken down and her eyes lightly fluttered, an infallible sign of her nervousness.

“Milla, nobody will assume anything. Unless you two are heavy canoodling in the lounge or so…,” she encouraging grinned and teasingly boxed Camilla´s shoulder.  “That´s exactly what I need now,” Camilla laughed the first time since hours. But it wasn´t so far away from the truth as everything that would help her now was to lean into Charles´s arm and to hold his hand.

But on the other hand she had looked forward to this event very, very much. Their favourite opera “Tosca” would be acted in a new performance.

Some weeks ago she had seen the advert in the newspaper and felt sad, as she wished so much to visit it with Charles. But for obvious reasons it never would be possible to go on a public event with him.

Half an hour later her telephone rung and Charles was in the line. Almost incidental he had asked her if she had seen the announcement. And if she´d like to go with him.

Camilla had laughed at first and answered dryly: “Yes, and then we will sit in the front row in the VIP loge.” Charles stayed seriously: “Yes, exactly. I´ve already bought some tickets.” She caught her breath and Charles had to tell her twice again. He was totally calm, but couldn´t hide his thrill. There was absolutely no problem for him as they would go with a bunch of close friends, a few days after the premiere, so no press would be around.

Camilla was still hesitantly, though her heart pounded like mad by the imagination that they would have a kind of date. She hadn´t forgotten how wonderful it always was to go out with him, to laugh, to dance, to enjoy all the night, simply to do what they both wanted. Now they were damned to meet in absolutely secret, behind closed doors, in the fortresses of their friends.

So she said yes and Charles almost exploded in joy and happiness. It was something to look forward, to hold on to in his sad life, where his only happiness were the moments he could be with her…

Camilla´s pal gave her a friendly push and they passed the entry. She knew it was ridiculous but she had the feeling all eyes were focussed on her. With hunched shoulders, almost ducked she crossed the hall where their clique waited. Relieved she greeted them and holed up in their middle.

Every one of them felt a bit nervous and tried to distract with silly jokes. Camilla laughed too, but her gaze wandered again and again to the entrance door while her hand rushed through her hair almost constantly.

Suddenly someone astonished said: “Hello Charles!” Jerkily Camilla turned around and looked into his blushed face and how he nervous adjusted his bow tie. For a millisecond she thought about jumping at him, holding him tightly and burying her face into his cheek. She flooded over with joy and relief to see him, she was excited to be here with him and she longed so much to touch and kiss him.

And she noticed how Charles made a movement of his hands, almost he had grabbed hers, but then his hands adjusted his bow tie again. His eyes were focussed on her, yet his whole face had the special expression that just and completely belonged to her. No one else had and ever would watch her so tender, so intimate, with an open and vulnerable heart and soul.

“Where you come here?,” someone giggling asked. Charles answered with a low voice, while scratching his nose and nervously bobbing up and down: “Through the backdoor…” His eyes still glued on Camilla and his corners of the mouth dared to imply a happy smile. He was sure to hear her racing heart and he was also sure that she could feel his own heart pounding like mad.

They really had to break loose from one another´s eyes and Charles jerkily turned around to greet a friend, total randomly. Then he greeted a next one and then finally turned back to her.

She felt his hands touching her upper arms and it started to prickle, all over her body. But it also gave her warmth and confidence, yet a rest of nervousness would stay all the night for sure. Charles bent down and didn´t just give her an air kiss. He placed a gentle smacker right next to her ear and Camilla quietly sighed. Her hands were placed on his shoulders and started to shake again, even more as Charles whispered into her other ear: “Hello, darling!”

He had felt her body, he had imbibed her smell, the best flavour in the world. As they parted again his face was adorned with happiness and he brightly smiled to her.

A few curious eyes around had watched the scene but as one of their friends, a lady of whom they both assumed she is in love with Charles, stormy greeted him it wasn´t so interesting any longer. Charles conspiratorial grinned to Camilla as the lady had embraced him a second too long, but stayed calm and kept his distance.

And as Charles has said before, they had their places in the VIP loge. A few of the “normal” guests had spotted The Prince of Wales and cheered up to him, and he friendly greeted back. But apart from that nobody seemed to care about him and his clique up here. It wasn´t the first time a well-known person visited the opera.

Hesitantly Camilla stood aside the set of booked places and watched her friends fighting for the best view over the stage.  Charles had already sat down in the middle of the first row and turned around to her. With wide eyes he watched her and his lips formed some words. It was without any question that she should sit by him, but Camilla felt her wobbling knees as she sat down at his left side and clawed into her handbag.

She pressed against her left arm rest as much as possible to avoid any contact with him and stock-still stared down to the stage. Yet everything inside her was focussed on Charles and she noticed how he nervously fumbled at his nails. He tried to have a funny chitchat with the lady on the right, but somehow it didn´t work. Agitated he fidget around on his seat and more and more drifted to Camilla.

It seemed like ages until finally the light was switched down and under huge applause the first sounds started.

Relieved Camilla let fall back in her chair. Though nobody had really taken notice of her in the audience she felt much safer in the half light. Also Charles had lent back and his eyes glued on her, again. Gulping she stared back at him and read from his moving lips an inaudible: “I love you.” And as always his eyes told her so much more: how excited he was to be really here with her, how happy and over the moon, and all the feelings he had to hide from the rest of the world.

Camilla looked wistful back to him, but now she could smile with all her heart. Charles`s face bloomed, and although they were surrounded by hundreds of people he was peaceful now. They were covered from darkness, wrapped into the music of their favourite opera that they linked so much happy memories with, and they were together. Meanwhile he was so down with life, just to hear her voice in the receiver brought him light. Having a night out with her was so much beyond his imagination, he was just flooded with happiness.

Slowly they dived down into the music and the storyline and the first aria sounded, “Recondita armonia”. They couldn´t stop sending smiles and winks, even more during the next aria of Tosca, “"Non la sospiri, la nostra casetta".  It dealt with Tosca´s jealousy and Camilla laughed because of the lady next to Charles who was in love with him and Charles giggled, because it reminded him of an incident almost twenty years ago.

But almost world-forgotten now Camilla watched down to the stage and Charles couldn´t do other as adore her. Her facial expression changed from a smile to compassion, her eyes lit up, then again she chewed her lower lip and in the middle of the duet “Qual`occhio” some glinty tears gathered in her eyes. It was one of their favourite pieces in this opera and it was so wonderful performed tonight. Camilla was so moved that she desperately tried to hold back her sobs but couldn´t fight against her tears.

Charles gulped by her view, all what he wanted was to take her in his arms as he always did when they listened to this music, to kiss away her tears and to tell her how much he loved her. Again his eyes were glued on her and he felt rising up a lump in his throat. He was moved as well, but he also couldn´t bear his darling seeing in tears which weren´t completely born in joy and happiness.

Camilla turned around her head to him and watched him with desperate eyes full of love and yearning. Her cheeks were flooded with tears and Charles agitated caressed her knee. He just had to touch her now and though Camilla had jerked by this it was so very good to feel him right now. She smiled and Charles had loved to take his handkerchief and to dry her tears, or even better to kiss them away.

Camilla knew this and changed a deep glance with him while she sniffling dried her cheeks with her hand. Her mascara was smeared, but she obviously had totally forgotten that she was wearing some and didn’t care. Again Charles thought this was one of the thousand things he would love on her until he died…

It didn´t need long, in fact until the next aria “Va, Tosca!”, a wonderful piece getting more and more dramatic while changing into a Te Deum, as Charles started to caress her outer knee again. First she tenderly answered him with stroking her index finger along his, but they both couldn´t endure this for very long.

A moment later they had grabbed their hands so tightly that they could feel each other´s heartbeats.

This night was already unforgettable before the first act even had ended.

[thecclover-fanfictions]

Ten Years Part Two

9 April 1980

The elderly woman strolling along the beach of the little South Sea Island smiled about the couple that kidded around in the clear blue water.  Probably they were on honeymoon she chuckled before she fell back into her own thoughts.

Laughing Camilla sat on Charles back, her legs entwined around his waist and teasingly hit his shoulder: “Gee-up! Geeeeee-up!,” she shouted. Charles jumped in the water around like a horse with backpacking her and almost died in fits of laughter.  Before his hands that hold her thighs in position, started to tickle her there.

Camilla boxed his shoulders and breathless begged for release: “Stoop! Darling…daaaarling…stooop!” Charles didn´t stop, Camilla desperately tried to hold at him but eventually fell off into the flat water.

Still laughing she splashed water to him, with her hands and with her kicking feet. Charles didn´t care, roaring like a lion he kneeled down between her legs and tried to embrace her. But Camilla defended against him and giggling and laughing they frolicked around in the water.

Charles kissed every inch of her he could reach and each of his kisses let her giggle even more. Eventually he managed to grab her hands and to cross them behind her back. Kneeling in the water they kissed, Charles teasing but covetous while Camilla desperately tried to get out of his grip. Though she enjoyed it very much.

Charles didn´t let loose of her. So she gave in and kissed him back. Until he forgot about grabbing her hands and started to caress her upper body.

Quickly she freed out of his arms, jumped up, poked out her tongue to him and run into the deeper water. Laughing she turned around once more until she jumped in again, and with strong swimming strokes escaped him completely.

Charles was confused for a moment, but quick as a flash jumped up and followed her. Laughing he raised his fist: “Wait, cheeky girl! Just wait!” Camilla turned around to swim backstroke, giggled and waved with her right hand and her left foot to him.

Charles dived down and with a few very strong strokes reached her. It had been very easy for Camilla to escape again, but obviously she liked that he grabbed her waist and pressed her against his body.

“Will you be a good girl now?,” Charles grinned highly amused. Cheekily Camilla shook her head and poked out her tongue again. Charles grabbed it with his lips and just started to kiss her. Giggling Camilla tried again to free out of him but very soon wrapped her legs around his body to find better hold.

She kissed him back deeply and Charles had problems to hold them both at the surface of the water. “Changed your mind?,” he mumbled with closed eyes into her lips. Camilla flung her arms around his neck and pecked his nose: “Yes, I´ll be your good girl forever!”

Charles roguish laughed and raised his eyebrows while holding them in position with swim moves. “Forever?! I guess I can be happy if you´re the next five minutes!” Camilla cheekily bit into his nose: “Don´t tell me that you don´t love it!” Adoring he watched her: “I love it. So much,” but he totally forgot to swim and they slowly sunk down into the water.

Giggling they got up again, Charles edged her on his back and swam back to the strand, teasingly moaning under her weight.

Reaching the flat water Camilla pinched his bottom and chuckling tried to run away. But Charles grabbed her lower arm, turned her around and sucked her lips: “Not even five minutes a good girl…!” He lifted her up, run the last meters to the beach and giggling they fell down into the sand.

After a short fight with tickling each other and rolling over in the sand it was eventually silent. Camilla laid on her back, Charles had steadied on his elbow beside her and their legs were entwined into each other. His free hand stroke the wisps of hair out of her face and very gently his fingertips traced along her facial lines.

“You´re a bit sandy, love,” he breathed with an adoring smile. But his eyes told her so much more. He never was happier, he really wasn´t. He always was happy at her side, but somehow they both had grown up over the last years. He couldn´t figure out what actually had changed, but their love for one another felt deepened and steadied more, though none of them thought it was possible.

They always had loved each other with all their heart, but maybe real love got more precious the older one gets? Charles had still no answer, but anyway. He wanted to come these days here never to an end.

They were arrived two days ago, it was his Christmas present to her that she finally was able to redeem. He had need ages to convince her to board a plane for such a long flight and he couldn´t remember a second she hadn´t clawed into his hand during the journey.

But despite that she had looked so much forward to this holiday. A whole week without any care of the rest of the world, just being together in a small paradise. Since arriving here they hadn´t parted for one second, somehow not even for going to the toilet.

And it was wonderful, they laughed and kidded around all the time, walked hand in hand up and down the beach, had swimming contests, ate together, showered together or cuddled up to one another while staring into nowhere for hours. And they made love countless times and they somehow didn´t care the security outside while screaming down the house.

Rosalind and Bruce had taken care of the children meanwhile. By picking up Camilla for the journey Bruce had patted Charles´s back and thoughtful looked into his eyes: “Take care of her,” he just mumbled before teasingly boxing his shoulder for a good-bye. Rosalind had shortly embraced him with a quiet sigh and squeezed his upper arms lovingly, but watched him with musing eyes.

They would stay at Boleyhyde Manor all the week and then a few days longer for a reason Charles still couldn´t believe his luck.

He would travel to Zimbabwe to declare the independence from the British throne and he would have an official companion: the woman which laid in his arms just right now.

He had asked her once to come with him and she had said “no”. While tickling her he had asked twice and suddenly she said “yes”. Very serious and with all her heart. And finally it was almost as he ever wanted: they loved each other, they were together most of the time, their relationship wasn´t cheered by others but at least tolerated and she would finally accompany him in a very important public event.

But all the time their hung something in the air and Charles knew that was the reason why she´d overcome her fear of limelight. Their time together was limited, he had to find a bride very soon to marry. And then they never could be together like this. Never again.

It was so very unreal to them both, yet they lived their love now with all the intensity they were able to. And tried to avoid the thoughts of the day they had to say good-bye…

Camilla watched Charles attentively and tried to read his mind: “Fred?,” she whispered while her index finger stroke along his eyebrows. Charles slightly jerked and came back to earth. With eyes flooded with love and all his heart he watched her: “Mmhhh?” Camilla smiled and tenderly stroke along his cheek: “What´s up, Fred?” Charles grabbed her back of the head: “Nothing…It´s just…I love you.” Camilla gave him her most lovingly and adoring smile and breathed back: “And I love you, Charles. Very much. And forever.” She pushed his head down for a long kiss…

9 April 1984

Stooped and with kneading hands Charles sat at his desk. He had pushed aside his workload, he simply couldn´t concentrate on this now. His face was almost grey and now and then he dared to peer to the telephone next to him.

Slowly his hand reached out to the receiver but very quickly he pulled it back. He fumbled at his nails, bit his lower lip and tried to sort his mind. But it seemed ripped into pieces as much as his heart was.

His eyes met the family photo with his wife and little son that someone had placed on the cupboard next to his desk. He smiled to his son but bit his lips again and looked down. His hands started to open the drawer, fumbled in the chaos inside and pushed out a much-thumbed envelope.

Hesitantly he took out a bunch of photos and his body jerked in pain as he watched into a pair of sparkling eyes and a smile that almost shook him up. Quickly he turned the photo around to avoid these eyes and read a bleached out message: “Hello Fred! Just wanted to say that I love you! Gladys Darling Milla, your old bag from Sussex”. Charles gulped, took the next photo and watched himself with a lively and happy face and a grin that reached from one ear to another. He frightened by his sight, it seemed almost unbelievable to him that he ever had looked like this. Now he watched an old man in the mirror.

And again a pair of beaming eyes looked at him in a most happy way, she had leaned against his chest and his arms had wrapped her tightly. He couldn´t recall who had taken this photo, but he could recall how wonderful and easy life had felt then.

Now it felt not.

Charles ripped down the receiver and quickly dialled a number. He hadn´t dialled it for a long time now, but he still knew the combination of numbers like a shot.

Almost immediately it answered while something bumped in the background. “…shit…Hello?” It was the first time since days Charles could laugh again. Camilla´s heart stopped for a beat, she instantly knew who was in the line.

But she waited until he answered, she wasn´t able to say something anyway. With a frozen face she pressed the receiver against her ear.

“Hello? Yes, it´s….,” Charles gulped, “it´s me.” Camilla´s hands had clawed around the receiver: “Oh…oh…yes…hello…” And then she was aware that she stood in a puddle and with a tumbling voice almost yelled: “Wait…wait…I have ripped down a vase…” Charles laughed again, yet his heart pounded like mad.

Camilla had just tossed aside the receiver and confused run into the utility room for a wiping cloth. Her mind run riot, Charles´s call came as a total surprise and she wasn´t ready for this. Since his wedding their contact got more and more less, but Camilla knew it wasn´t because he loved his wife so very much and they were happy. The reasons were quite different and thinking about it broke her heart every time in pain.

She ripped out the floor bucket but had to kneel down. With her hands covering her face she tried to get a clear thought, but her burning heart didn´t give her a chance.

She had coped with the situation more or less over the years, but it somehow felt easier if she didn´t hear anything from Charles. She knew it was just because his wife didn´t want it, and because Charles thought his marriage could go on better if he´d stay away from her. But it also helped her broken heart a little bit. Andrew would never change, so she had settled into her quiet country life with her own social circle. To say she was happy wasn´t really the truth, but she got on well.

With shaking hands she tried to clean the floor and nervous called out: “Wait a minute!,” while her brain tried to find a way to come through. But she had no clue and her heart yearned for Charles so very much now. So she just tossed away her wiping cloth and trembling grabbed the receiver: “So…yes…I´m sorry…”

Hearing her voice in his ear so clear, almost within his grasp, hurt so much inside. But it also felt so very good. Charles shook his head and laid his face in his hand: “There is nothing to apologise,” he said with a low voice but with such an intensity that Camilla had to gulp and closed her eyes.

It was silent for a moment before she tried to start again: “So, how are you?” Charles didn´t answer first and then just said: “I´m fine I think.” Then he said nothing anymore and Camilla knew it was a lie.

But Charles stumbled: “And…how are you?” Camilla clawed into the receiver again: “Yes, it´s alright. Nothing special,” `just that I miss you because I still love you,` she added in her mind and sharply exhaled.

Charles fumbled at the telephone cable and wrapped it around his index finger. It felt so utterly wrong that he couldn´t be with her and talk to her as he wished to do. As the intimate and conspired couple they always were.

He didn´t know what to say, why he just had called her!? Of course his heart knew, but if he dared to permit it his life would break down into a hell. But, sometimes it exactly felt like this already…

“How is she?,” Camilla broke the silence again. Charles jerked and buried his head deeper into his hand. “Yes…it´s…it´s difficult. Ups and downs and…,” if he spoke out this all, life felt even worse to him. But since ages there rose up a warmth inside him, just by listen to her voice. And something get lose inside him, he just had to talk to her now.

“We had a terrible row. Once again. Terrible, just terrible.” Camilla shivered by his voice. There was nothing left from her happy, funny and lively prince. All the joy and vitality was gone, it felt as he slowly slid down into a dark whole. “As always it was degrading, disrespectful and without any reason. I just don´t know…”

Camilla had closed her eyes again and chewed her lips. Her little prince just needed to live in love and peace, she remembered how unwell he was just by a little disagreement between them both, though they never had a real row or heavy fight. It was just total against his personality.

All what she wanted was to embrace and kiss him. And to tell him that he didn´t have to be afraid, because she was there for him and loved him forever. But she didn´t dare. She just stuttered: “So…what…what we could…how should this…”

Charles had pressed his thumbnail into his palm, they both felt what hung in the air. He wanted to scream how much he missed her and loved her and needed her. More than anything else and more than ever. But there was still something….

“The problem is….no…not a problem. The thing is…it is…,” he exhaled, “she is pregnant again.”

It hit Camilla like a hammer. She leaned her back of the head against the cold wall in the corridor, but it didn´t help. Of course, she knew that Charles needed more than one child. And he loved his little son deeply and cared for him and he will do with all of his children.

But it always was so hard for her to know that, though they had heavy rows, he embraced and kissed his wife and sometimes was close to her. Of course, he was married, if happy or not, they needed children.

Her thoughts were totally ridiculous, yet she knew it hurt Charles in the same way to know that she was together with Andrew. Or better: was, as their sex life meanwhile neared the zero point, because they somehow couldn´t find back together as lovers after Laura´s birth and the then soon relationship with Charles. And Andrew´s constantly affairs. But this was another topic.

“Oh…so…congratulations…Charles.” Charles jerked by hearing his name from her. And it made him wanting her even more. “I…I just wanted you…to know before…it´s official…,” he stumbled. Camilla answered with an: “Mmhh…I hope everything will be fine.” Charles sighed: “Yes, somehow it will be fine. I mean with the little…one…,” he crumpled a paper to a ball and squeezed it with all his power in his hand. He almost burst now with his heart aches.

It was silent again for a few seconds until Charles pressed out: “We haven´t seen for a while…” Luckily he couldn´t see that Camilla screamed inaudible, she just stood there with a painful face and bit her fingers: “No, we haven´t…,” she was able to answer with a low voice. “Or talked to one another…,” it hurt Charles so much to say this but he couldn´t do other. His heart would explode otherwise.

He wasn´t sure if she had sobbed for a millisecond, but in his throat build up a huge lump. Camilla didn’t answer, she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes and had squinted her lips to not sob again.

“Maybe I can call you again?,” he asked with a teary voice. Camilla started to tremble and nibbled at her nails. She knew exactly, as much as Charles knew, this would bring even more pain to them both. And probably they would do a big mistake somehow, someday.

“I think…I think…you could write me a letter, now and then…,” it almost killed her. Her heart had imbibed each of Charles´s words and the special voice he still and only had for her. It would be so very, very hard to go on with life after this.

Charles almost cried now: “Yes, yes. It´s better so…But will you answer me?” This ripped her heart into pieces now and she couldn´t hold back her tears: “Of course, Charles! Of course I will answer you!,” she sobbed. And she could hear how Charles wiped away his tears.

But her brain screamed to stop this, as they seemed to be on the way to do stupid things just right now.

The words didn´t came easy, and her knuckles around the receiver were totally white from the pressure: “Charles, I think we have to say good-bye now.”

He knew it was the right thing. Maybe he shouldn´t have called her at all, but his heart didn´t feel so empty any longer, for a milli-milli second he had seen the sun again.

Sobbing he nodded and hastily answered: “Yes, yes. You´re right!…But…I will write you. Very soon. Tomorrow! No, today!” The tears flooded down his cheeks and he had gave almost everything to see her face for just a second.

Camilla had wrapped both her hands now round the receiver, she really didn´t want to say good-bye but she had to: “Yes, Charles, yes! And…good-bye then!,” she hold her breathe and waited for his answer.

“Yes, good-bye..,” he said with the saddest voice she ever had heard from him.

She tossed down the receiver, turned around to the wall, tried to claw her fingers into it and started to cry. Loud, sobbing and desperate.

Charles listened to the bleep in the line, jumped up then and heavily booted the sideboard. But the pain that run up his leg didn´t help to distract. Covered his face with his hands he kneeled on the floor, soaking the carpet with his tears.

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Ten Years Part One

9 April 1972

The happiest young man on this earth had tightly laid his arm around the shoulder of his girlfriend and watched her smiling, how she relaxed looked up in the clear blue sky and puffed her cigarette away. He actually hated cigarettes to death, but with the most wonderful girl in the world he didn´t mind that much. He even kissed her when her tongue still had a taste of smoke and her cheeks send the last flavour of the fag she just had tossed away.

Of course, deep in his heart he hoped to convince her to end this. But not now.

Now they said on the doorsteps of the winter garden in The Laines and he just adored her how she watched the already burning sun with squinted eyes and how the light reflected in her hair and the gentle breeze waved through the dark blond curls.

Camilla turned her head towards him: “The summer will start very early this year!” Charles brightly smiled: “Yes, and it will become the most wonderful summer of my life.” Camilla smirked and tipped his nose: “Yes, by now, darling.” Charles´s heart jumped, yes, hopefully she was right. Hopefully he will have so many, many happy and wonderful years with her. Each one better than the next.

He touched her cheek and she buried his head into his palm. For a little while they did nothing, just stared into each other´s eyes, smiling and world-forgotten. Then Charles bent forward and with closed eyes started to kiss her.

His lips had not even touched hers as from round the corner sounded a noise of a motorcycle obviously driven on the upper limit. Charles didn´t mind, actually he even didn´t notice the noise, he just took the face of his girlfriend tenderly in his hands and started to kiss her.

The motorbike turned round the corner with a sling, due to the maximum speed. The driver steered directly to the pair in love, lightly put on the brake as he reached them and screamed out: “Caught you! Caught you!” He gave full speed again and sheds of grass flew around.

Camilla jerked away from Charles, jumped up and shook a fist at her brother: “Maaaaaaark!” He ignored her, dashed along the house and turned round a corner again.

Charles chuckled, somehow he adored Mark. He was just the headless slob he himself never was allowed to be. And he was full of charm and the same ridiculous and silly humour Camilla owned. And he was an adventurer. Charles loved to have him around, yet after a day with him he sometimes was on the ropes.

Still sitting he reached out his hand to Camilla and grabbed her at her sleeve. She shrugged shoulders and desperately, but laughing looked at Charles: “Sometimes he is just unnerving.” Charles laughed also, but tried to get her nearer. “We hadn´t ended, sweetie…” Camilla smirked: “What please? I don´t know!” Teasingly moaning he got up and tightly grabbed her. “I will show you, cheeky monkey!” His hands hold her face again and Charles tenderly sucked her lips: “Do you remember?,” he mumbled. Camilla had closed her eyes, and languorous but with a low voice answered: “Not yet…” Charles kissed her again: “And now?” Camilla grabbed his neck and breathed: “Better. Try again…”

They sunk down into a deep kiss and from the background the noise sounded again. Mark heavy pulled the brake beside them and amused screamed: “Caught again! Caught again!” Once more the lawn spread around them as he drove away in full speed.

Camilla stamped her foot and raised her fists up in the air: “I hate you! I really hate you!” Charles just broke out in fits of laughter and patted her back.

But on the other end of the house suddenly Bruce appeared and spread his arms to stop his son. Mark halted the motorbike directly in front of his father and grinning Camilla recognised how Bruce obviously gave him a lecture. His index finger wriggled in front of his nose, pointed to the damaged lawn in front of the winter garden and out to the road.

Camilla grabbed Charles´s hand and they sprinted to the scene. Breathless she called: “Dad! Dad! He is so impertinent…” But Bruce made a hand move that demanded her to stop. “I talk to your brother! And maybe you should go in and help your mother by making the tea!” Camilla stamped her foot again and moaned: “Oh Dad, please!! He really is soo bold!”

Mark grinning turned around to her and poked out his tongue. Camilla rolled her eyes and Charles laughing took her in his arms again. With a hand move again Bruce ended the conversation and demanded: “Mark, if you want to drive, then out on the road please! Now!” Then he turned to his daughter: “And you should really ask your mother to assist!”

Mark cheered: “Yes, that´s a really good idea. And meanwhile we both will make a nice trip!” He boxed Charles´s shoulder and twinkled to him. Camilla was appalled and grabbed Charles´s arm: “You won´t do that, darling, will you? He is a real speed merchant!” Bruce waved aside and sighing got into the house.

Mark roguish laughed and pinched his sister´s nose: “Do you really believe I will bring him into danger?! At least as you will kill me then!” “I will kill you, that´s for sure, dear brother!” Grinning Mark patted on his back-seat: “Don´t worry, we will have fun, brother-in-law!” Charles grinned, how much he´d love to be his real brother-in-law.

He shrugged shoulders: “So a short ride can´t be that bad.” Terrified Camilla watched him: “Daaaarling! This bike here is new, he doesn´t know it really and he got his driver´s license not even three weeks ago. After two times failed!” Mark roared and teasingly boxed Charles´s shoulder: “Ah, come on!”

Charles kissed Camilla´s lips and encouraging winked to her. Then he jumped onto the back seat, but Camilla anxious flung her arms around his neck: “Hold on tightly!” But Mark already heavy accelerated and the bike sped off.

With squinted eyes she followed them how they dashed along the road, turned on a small path and rushed back. Grinning Charles waved to her as they passed and Camilla insecure sent him an air kiss.

Then she got into the house, looking for her mother. Rosalind was busy in the kitchen making the tea and casually asked her: “Are you finished outside, darling? Is Charles with Daddy?” Camilla moaned: “No! He is making a ride with Mark!” Rosalind jerked and looked at her daughter with horrified eyes: “With Mark?! On the motorbike?!” Camilla raised her eyebrows: “Yes, Mama. What should I do?” Rosalind got really nervous now: “No! No! Quick, go outside and have a look!” Horrified she waved her daughter out and on the top of the stairs Camilla watched the bike passing the house on the road again.

Again Mark turned into the small path, but followed it now and suddenly turned around again on the lawn, directly towards the small stream that marked the boundary of the property. Camilla panicked and wildly waved: “Stoooop! Mark, stooooop it!”

She run down the stairs and with wide eyes watched, how Mark gave more speed and the motorcycle jumped into the flat water. She tried to run faster, the motorcycle started to wobble, Camilla loud screamed and the bike fell down with its both passengers.

Nothing moved, just one wheel rotated in the air. Her heart pounded like mad and she constantly yelled: “Daaaarling, daaarling! Maaark, Maaaark!” Her yells sounded into the house and scared her parents to death. Both run outside and followed her daughter as fast as they could.

But Camilla reached them first and watched her brother, how he slowly realised what had happened and started to laugh. Charles meanwhile had straightened up, though sitting in the water and rubbed his head. Camilla just got down to him, she didn´t notice that her trousers where soaked within seconds and embraced him tightly: “Oh god, oh god, oh god! Daaarling, everything alright?!” She took his face into her hands and terrified watched him. But Charles was back in reality and could laugh also now: “Everything alright, darling. Really, it was just the shock!”

Behind them Bruce fished his son out of the water, while Rosalind excited screamed: “Mark…Mark…are you alright?” But Mark still laughed, embraced his mother and giggled: “Of course, Mama! I guess we have overvalued our skills.” Rosalind relieved sighed, but thoroughly checked her son. There was nothing as a small cut on his lower arm. Bruce angrily mumbled: “No, Mark! You have overvalued your skills!” Then he wiggled his index finger in front of Mark´s nose: “We are talking later.”

Camilla took Charles by his hand and pushed him out of the stream. Rosalind almost died in shame and embraced him: “Sorry, Charles, so sorry! Are you alright? Really?” Charles waved aside: “Really! There is nothing, I´m absolutely fine!” Worried she looked him, bud nodded.

Bruce pulled the bike out of the water and more or less silent they went back to the house.

Charles and Camilla locked into the bathroom and took a hot shower together. And it went longer as it actually needed to, as Camilla kissed every part of Charles´s body to make sure he was fine. And he couldn´t resist to do it to her as well, until they heavily canoodling forgot the world around.

It knocked against the door, they didn´t notice it until it almost hammered. Quickly they jumped out of the shower and wrapped into the towels. Charles desperately tried to fight against his started erection and Camilla unlocked the door.

Mark stood in front of her, wrapped into a towel as well and grinning hold up some clothes for Charles: “I really didn´t want to disturb you…,” he smirked and winked, “where can I lay down the clothes?”. He grinned even more as he watched Charles how he had turned away from the door.

Camilla sighed and just embraced her brother: “Oh Mark! Will you promise me to never do this again?” Mark embraced her back: “Milla! It was fun! Nothing had happened!” Camilla kissed him: “No, not yet! But it was really dangerous!” Mark loud laughed and pinched her cheek: “I love you, Milla!” Camilla embraced him again: “I love you too, Mark!”

9 April 1978

Charles rung the bell door for the second time now until Camilla flung open the door. Her eyes lit up by his view but despite that she was totally out of it.

“Oh Fred, I´m sorry…,” she desperately sighed, but Charles took her upper arms and bent down for a kiss on both her cheeks. “Hello, to begin with!” He chuckled and quickly imbibed her flavour. She smelled of baby oil, milk, something indistinguishable burnt and still of the most wonderful woman in this world.

She sighed again but felt immediately better by watching Charles eyes that sent her his most loving and tenderly gaze. From the background sounded loud noise: little Laura weeping bitterly for something and Tom driving around with a tricycle, the Christmas present from Charles, and roaring like a little lion.

Camilla´s hands rushed through her hair: “Last night was terrible, I didn´t get a wink of sleep! And now the children are narky!” Charles smirked: “Only the children, or still someone else…?”, while stroking her back. She had dark circles round her eyes and was dressed into a worn out shirt and jeans. Her hair was a bit messy, but for him she still was the most beautiful and adorable woman ever.

Camilla shrugged shoulders but eventually could smile again. Charles´s attention did her good and she didn´t feel so lost in the chaos any longer.

While rushing into the kitchen she wriggled with her hands: “I had forgotten the cake in the oven, now it´s burnt. Tom´s vegetable got mushy, Laura´s milk just don´t get cold and she is hungry like a wolf…,” desperately she turned around, “and it looks like a total mess here!”

Suddenly from behind Tom rolled in full speed into the kitchen and was about to knock down Charles, before he cluttering stroke a chair. Camilla raised her hands up and bugged yelled: “Tooom!”

Charles bent down, grabbed Tom from his tricycle and laughing swirled him around in the air: “Hey, little cheeky monkey!” Tom squealed and giggled and vetoed as Charles let him down. “Again, Ssir…again, Ssir!” So Charles swirled him around like a helicopter and Camilla rushed over to the living room as Laura still loud cried.

They followed her into the living room playing wheel barrow, Tom walked on his hands and Charles hold laughing his feet. Camilla cradled Laura in her arms and tried to calm her down and Charles let loose of Tom and adoring looked down to Laura: “Hey, little princess! What´s so much to worry about?”

The last time he was here Laura had greeted him with a wide smile, but now she clenched her fists and just cried. Charles chuckled and tickled her stomach: “Aahh, the little lady is hungry, isn´t she?” Camilla sighed: “I think the milk is cooled down now….”

Charles stroke her upper arm: “What do you think? I will feet the little hungry mouth here, Tom can stay with me and tell me of his adventures and you`ll have a bit of peace and quiet and make some new vegetable for him?” Camilla´s eyes flooded over with gratefulness: “Really? Wouldn´t that be too much for you?” Of course she knew the answer but Charles blurt out: “Oh, darling, please!,” before he bit his tongue.

Camilla looked for two seconds at him, chewed her lower lip and nodded then. “Alright! So, then take her, maybe she´s more comfortable in your arms!” Eventually she could chuckle again.

Charles sat down on the sofa and stared at Camilla´s face while she carefully laid Laura into his arms. Their eyes locked for a moment as she looked up again.

But Laura didn´t gave in. Red-faced she called for her food and Camilla sprinted into the kitchen and back. As she watched the milk in her Mummy´s hand she tried to grab it and greedy sucked at the feeding bottle, as Charles chuckling put it into her little mouth.

Camilla sighed in relief as it finally was quiet and Laura started to be happy again. Tom was busy to drive his toy cars up and down Charles´s legs and she tiptoed out into the kitchen, turning around once more to ask Charles in their intimate sign language if everything was alright. Charles just smiling nodded.

Twenty minutes later Laura already slept as half the way of her bottle her eyes just shut. She even didn´t wake up by changing her nappies. Tom had eaten his lunch under huge veto, he was more in the mood for the half burnt cake Camilla tried to rescue by cutting out the burnt pieces.

Packed into quilted jackets they made a stroll round the garden, Tom ahead with his tricycle and Laura sleeping like a log pushed by Charles in her pram. Charles proudly looked aside to Camilla who had buried her hands deep down in her pocket. “You still haven´t smoked again, have you?” Camilla sighed: “Yes. But it´s hard. Yesterday I was almost ready to get some cigarettes while buying in.” “Hey, you will make it! I know you´ll do!,” Charles encouraged her.

They left the garden and got out on the small path along the property where hardly a single soul was seen. Camilla sighed: “I don´t know. It´s really hard. And when Andrew is here…if,” she sighed again, “he´s puffing away all the time. That’s not making it easier for me.”

Charles grabbed the handhold of the pram tighter: “When he was here for the last time?” Camilla frowned: “Two weeks ago I guess…” Charles said nothing, he had to press down his anger.

On one hand he didn´t really feel unhappy that Andrew wasn´t the most caring and faithful husband in the world. But on the other hand he simply couldn´t understand why someone who was married to Camilla did not carry her on his hands completely. Why he didn´t read every wish in her eyes, why he wouldn´t do anything that she felt relaxed, safe and happy. Particularly as they had two small children now, what seemed to be very exhausting.

He himself would shower her with all his love and care…He watched her, Camilla turned around her head and she could read his thoughts in his eyes. And she answered him, also with her eyes: “You always had and still do.” They gulped and looked straight again.

“No, Andrew is doing his best…,” Camilla stuttered, “he is calling every day and if he is here…he helps me a lot.” Charles grumpily nodded. And hastily she added: “You know, he will never change. Sometimes he just needs his free space….” “That means he has a new flame currently…,” Charles blurt and immediately regretted it as he knew how much it still hurt Camilla. He patted her back to apologise and Camilla just mumbled: “Yes, probably. Not so sure…,” yet she absolutely was sure.

Back in the house Laura still slept and was carefully placed in her cosy corner in the living room. Camilla exhausted sunk down on the sofa: “Just five minutes…and then I will make tea…” Charles smiled to her and wanted to take place beside her but Tom pulled at his trousers: “Ssir…play car….”

Chuckling Charles got down on the floor with him and they played motor race, while Charles constantly laid his index finger on his lips to demand Tom to stay quiet. More or less successful.

Two minutes later a regular and loud breath sounded from the sofa. Charles turned around and watched Camilla sunk down and cuddling against the arm rest, fallen asleep.

He made a sign to Tom again to be quiet and tiptoed over to the sofa. Carefully he lifted her feet up to made her comfy and took a blanket. While covering her he lovingly squeezed her hands and his thumb caressed her gently. Camilla lightly smiled while snoring away…

[thecclover-fanfictions]

The Sun Lovers

Dreamily smiling Charles stood on the half landing of the huge stair in the main hall of Broadlands. The small backpack that he still hold with one hand was sunk down on the floor. His other hand steadied on the sill of the wide window, where he fascinated stared out.

Energetic Lord Mountbatten turned around the corner and jumped down the steps towards his nephew. Despite the rumbling Charles didn´t seem to notice him, he even winced as he felt the heavy hand of his uncle tapping his shoulder.

Shortly he turned his head towards him, but he just couldn´t get away his eyes from the view outside. Lord Mountbatten just opened his mouth to ask Charles for the subject of his adoration, before he watched it by himself within the next second.

Down in the courtyard swirled around the young lady, who Charles had introduced him just twenty minutes before as his girlfriend. And somehow Lord Mountbatten didn´t believe his eyes now. She wildly played there outside with the two sharp dogs that actually should take care of his property. And they did, Lord Mountbatten knew. The two dogs even didn´t let go some of the family members into the house, if he wouldn´t stop them. But in the hands of this girl here they were like wax. The dogs almost begged and battled for her attention and sprinted to lay down the stick to her feet, that she had tossed away for them.

Laughing Camilla turned around and around, hold up the stick in the air and pretended to throw away it once more. The dogs jumped, but Camilla still hold it in her hand. She laughed even louder now and tickled both of the dogs cheekily. Almost in love with her they licked her feet and tried to climb up on her to get more caresses.

Lord Mountbatten could almost hear Charles rapturous grin and patted his back again. Charles turned his head to him once more and whispering asked: “And, what do you think?” His voice was full of anticipation and his eyes gleamed and sparkled. Lord Mountbatten watched the face of a young man, who he actually never met before. The Charles he knew until this day, was always a bit awkward, shy and insecure. But here stood a young man with much more of self-confidence, vitality and power than ever before. He even seemed to be grown up a few centimetres…

Lord Mountbatten looked out of the window again. Meanwhile the dogs had turned on their backs on either side of Camilla and enjoyed her caresses to the full. Uncle Dickie couldn´t help, but brightly grin now. He looked back to Charles and realised that he had never seen him happier before, never more relaxed and never manlier than now.

He patted his back once more, nodded pleased and answered finally: “She´s perfect, Charles. Just perfect.”

Charles smiled satisfied, the approval of his Uncle was very important to him to feel comfortable, much more important as the approval of his parents. They didn´t have a clue of Camilla´s existence anyway and Charles wasn´t sure, if they were interested in his private life at all. But he knew, his granny was impatient to meet the girl soon, who had made him so happy. And after Uncle Dickies “permission” he felt safe now to introduce the sunshine in his life to her.

Lord Mountbatten laid his arm around Charles´ shoulder and pushed him down the steps. He chuckled: “I had told you before, you will meet someone to have fun with out of the blue. And you did! A real girl! Almost a real woman!” He roguish laughed and looked to Charles with a proud expression in his eyes.

Charles face blushed, he put the backpack over his shoulder and kneaded his hands. He looked down on the floor and his toe traced along the pattern of the marble. Obviously Uncle Dickie hadn’t fully understand what Camilla meant to him, Charles thought slightly disappointed.

He started to stumble: “Yes…yes…but it´s…not just fun…” Uncle Dickie laughed and pinched his cheek. But Charles, still heavy blushed, continued: “She is so…very…” he searched for the right words, his hands moved in the air to underline it. His heart raced, he wanted to tell his Uncle about everything, about his love for her and the plans he already made in his head. Lord Mountbatten smiled indulgent and placed his hands on Charles upper arms. Charles just burst out with it: “I just love her. She is right. She is…” Uncle Dickie smiling interrupted him: “Charles! She is your first girlfriend! Just have fun! Of course you are in love, but don´t run into something! Live now, don´t think of the future! You will still meet many more wonderful girls and you have to meet other girl…” He watched into Charles horrified eyes and sighed. “Well, Charles! She is wonderful. I think I like her. And she is perfect for you now and you can bring her here as often as you want. But once again, enjoy it right now. Nobody knows what will be on your 60th birthday!”

With this words he patted Charles good-bye and left for his office, turning around a last time with an encouraging wink. Charles still didn´t move, he mused about Uncle Dickie´s words. But he just couldn´t agree with him. He wanted to think of the future. And he was almost sure Camilla would be the first person who would kiss him on his 60th birthday. In their marital bed, maybe with a space of time to do some more until the phone would ring and their grandchildren would scream into the receiver to wish a Happy Birthday…

Charles was ripped out of his dreams as Camilla stood in the door frame. She just wanted to scold him playfully, why she had to wait so long for him to go for their walk, but now she was worried by his view. “Darling, everything alright with you?” she almost whispered and took a step into the hall. Charles felt much better immediately, somehow nothing and nobody could touch him, if she was by his side. He was sure now, that he would convince Uncle Dickie to think different about his relationship with this sunny girl here, and if not, he wouldn´t care.

Charles started to smile again: “Yes, it´s nothing.” With huge steps he reached his girlfriend and embraced her tightly. While pecking her cheek he mumbled: “I just love you!” Camilla giggled and hit his back: “To love me is nothing?!” Charles crossed his arms under her bottom and lifted her up. Under playfully moans he carried her down the steps to the courtyard, while Camilla squeaked and giggled and begged for release.

But Charles didn´t let her go. Laughing he turned around and around, before he finally let her slowly glide down in his arms. As her feet touched the ground again, he gently hold her head and whispered in adoration: “To love you is everything. There is nothing more important.” Camilla rapt a smile, but didn´t gave up. Despite knowing him for not even two month now she exactly knew how he felt. She cupped his face and looked seriously into his eyes: “If there´s something wrong, you can tell me. Did you have an argument with him?” Charles embraced her more tightly and buried his head into her hair. And with this girl here in his arms he shouldn´t think about his future?! And he even would met more wonderful girls like her!? Charles chuckled almost desperate into her hair, but kissed her determined then. No, nothing in this world would ever be able to destroy his close bond with her, he was very sure. He grabbed her cheeks, rubbed nose with her and smiled: “No, nothing to mention. Just ramblings.”

In this moment the two dogs came around the corner and snarled at Charles, though they actually never did before. With their dog´s snout they nudged at his legs to push him away from Camilla. Charles burst out into laughter and tried to command them to stop. But they just continued to edge him aside, until Camilla sharply yelled out to them. Immediately the two dogs stopped and brave sat down. With sad eyes they watched the pair leaving the courtyard in direction of the small river.

Charles had buckled the backpack with a small picnic in there, he had planned to spend the rest of the day outside, as he wanted to show Camilla the huge estate with its beautiful environment and special plants and flowers around.

Slowly they walked along the river arm in arm, it was one of the last hot summer days. But not too hot, with a light breeze and this special golden light so typical for this time. Charles was completely free of any sorrows again. What could be better than having a walk in the warm and shiny sun, surrounded by a wonderful landscape, in the arm of the girl he was so in love with! Well, there was one thing…Charles grinned. But of course they would try out, later, inside their suite. And finally they had the whole weekend. No engagements, no meetings, no gala dinners. He just would spend quality time with Camilla. No stolen twenty minutes between two engagements in her flat, no get up in the very early morning to rush back to Buck House after a way too short night with her, if he even had time to visit, not only to call her.

He looked down to his girlfriend, who obviously had read his mind. With a bright mischievous grin she asked him cheekily: “Tell me, what do you think!” Charles grinned back: “What do you think, what I thought?” “Oh, how could I know?! As I´m not able to think of the naughty things…” Camilla couldn´t hold it any longer. She laughed heartily and Charles just had to join her. As he patted her bottom, she “scandalized” run away from him, just along the small river.

Charles was in trouble to follow her. Though Camilla still heartily laughed, she gave everything to run faster as him. And hadn´t he already been in love with her, he would be now. Her view was breathtaking and to cheer his heart. Her dark blond curls wildly waved around her face, she arched back her head in laughter and turned around to him with her sparkling eyes, the muscles in her tanned, well trained arm and legs slightly loomed and her short summer dress was blown up and revealed almost everything of her legs and bottom.

But as she suddenly stumbled over something, Charles could grab her hand and rescued her. With the dash from her almost fall he pushed her close to him and just kissed her. Deep and stormy. Camilla wasn´t prepared for this surprise and had problems to take breath. Charles let loose of her, but still hold her tightly. Blushed from the run and his stormy kiss he looked down at her, but proud and adoring. As so very often he sent flashes into her heart and her stomach with his cuteness. Camilla´s already weak knees became even weaker, she was sure, with his loving and adoring gazes he would kill her one fine day.

With one arm she embraced him back, one hand touched his cheek and she looked up seriously to him: “Darling, I´m not sure, if I forgot to tell you something today.” Charles heart stopped. Why she looked at him so earnest and…Camilla leant forward and whispered into his ear. Charles facial expression relaxed again, or better, he started to sparkle and smile again. He gently grabbed her head with both his hands now and his mouth touched her lips. Beaming, with closed eyes, he whispered: “And I love you, too.”

They did, what they had did so often now. Kissing, until they exhausted had to stop with their swirling minds and tumbling stomachs. Catching for breath now they had hold their hands tightly and smiled and beamed to each other, giggling tilted their heads and looked into their eyes, until the first one of them would give up. They continued this game, until they finally sunk down on the ground. Right now they recognized, that they were surrounded by a colourful meadow with a heavy flower scent, and that the water on this place was covered with water lilies in all sizes and colours.

They decided to rest here for some time. So Camilla just knelt down, Charles directly behind her, one arm slipped around her stomach, one arm around her chest. He lent his head into her crook of the neck and cradled her softly. Now and then he kissed her shoulder, but they didn´t change one word. In a comfortable silence they watched flowers, the dragon flies and butterflies, all sorts of insects, who whirred around especially on this place here.

Wrapped into Charles, fascinated by everything around her Camilla gently traced along his lower arms with her fingertips and they simply enjoyed their peaceful happiness. And she was really happy in her “Charles-life”, as she called it to herself. Then somehow she felt, as if she would lead two lives. One real, where she was happy too but had to cope with daily routine. Of course she had her little prince somehow in her mind all the time, but she couldn´t build in him in her everyday life. But when she met him or even just talked to him on the phone, it was, as if he would carry her across the border in his paradise. It was simply the Charles-life. And when she was in this life, she actually never wanted to stop it. Charles embraced her with such a love, caring and adoration, that she never had imagined a man was able to…

But they continued their way now, the main house was already out of sight and the river became broad now. Of course, you still could see the opposite riverside, but it would take a certain time to swim over there.

With entwined fingers they strolled along and suddenly Camilla pointed on a very small island inside the river. There was just a small jetty, three or four huge old trees and a few bunches of reed. “This is the old pirate´s island of my sister and me!” Charles laughed, “I have almost forgotten it! It was our escape, if we didn´t want to see or hear someone!” “Oh, let´s go over, darling! I have to see it!” Camilla felt enthusiastic and adventurous. Charles waved aside: “There is nothing you couldn´t see from here. And we haven´t even a boat…” Charles choked on the word.

He watched once, his eyes became wide. He watched twice, his eyes became wider and he couldn´t shut his mouth again. He still wasn´t sure, if it was reality that his girlfriend just had slipped out of her summer dress here in the wild. But it had to be reality, as suddenly her dress landed on his head under her jolly chuckles. “Chaaarles…daaarling…come on now!”

Charles woke up, ripped the dress down from his head and panicking turned around, from the left to the right side, horrified that someone could spot them. Camilla chuckled even more, but Charles hissed through his teeth, that she quickly should get dressed again. Still full of panic he had ducked down a little bit and turned around again and again to be ready for a secret watcher.

Camilla couldn´t brace herself, she burst out in heavy laughter now. Charles was just too cute for words, but she couldn´t stop teasing him. Under her giggles she brought out: “Darling, are you afraid someone could watch us here? Naked?” With this words she opened her bra and with a mischievous grin slowly stripped it off.

Terrified Charles covered his mouth with one hand, he was still in a slightly ducked position. Camilla dangled her bra round his free arm that still hung in the air. Laughing she pecked the hand that covered his mouth: “Daaarling…now, come on! Did we meet someone since leaving the house? Did you ever someone meet here?” Charles couldn´t remember. But still shocked he watched her getting out of her pants and desperate hissed through his teeth again: “Nooo, nooo, nooo…!”

Camilla laughing turned around with wide spread arms and tossed her pants with her foot in his direction. Squealing she run into the water and jumped up and down: “Oooohhh….coooold…!” But still laughing she splashed the water, jumped and turned around and called for her boyfriend.

Charles meanwhile had stand up straight again. Still with the bra in his hand he watched the scene with a frozen facial expression. But his panic had stopped suddenly, he just couldn´t remember a more fascinating sight ever before. His girlfriend in the sparkling water, free of any sorrows, happy laughing to him, the sun reflecting in the drops she splashed around, the water running down her curves, down the body that became the most beautiful to him. Charles was just away with it.

Scrutinisingly he looked around once more, before he hesitantly stripped off his backpack and started to open his belt. Over from the water yelled a cry of joy and finally Charles started to laugh again. Camilla cheered him on while he stripped off his trousers and even more as he unbuttoned his shirt. Charles giggled and yelled over: “Duck in!” Once again he turned around to observe the surrounding. But Camilla jumped up again, spread her arms wide and splashed the water in his direction. “I love you!” she yelled cheekily.

Charles rolled his eyes playfully, but he couldn´t deny that he liked it. Just now, day by day, he felt the stiff and confined space he lived in and he thanked God every day for this down-to-earth-girl. Just with her he had learned to nose real freedom and to be just himself and that there after all was some room for him to escape. He didn´t need to feel awkward, she wanted him the way he was, the way he really was, not the actor Prince Charles. And sometimes she even knew better than him, how he really was. As she did now, then more and more he liked the next unknown feeling of being free…

Uptight he stripped down his trousers and knelt on the ground to tidy his and Camilla´s clothes. Camilla shook her head giggling and hoped, Charles would never change in this things. She didn´t know why, but she just loved his tidiness. But as he put off his expensive wristwatch and accurately pouched into the backpack, she heartily laughed again. And she almost collapsed as he awkward stumbled into the water, covering his crown jewels with his hands.

But he laughed as well now. Giggling he screamed to her: “Just wait who laughs first if I´d caught you!” Camilla grinning splashed more water to him and in the second he wanted to grab her she just jumped down and escaped him with powerful swimming strokes. Charles was speechless again. Immediately he jumped into the water too, but didn´t manage to outrun her. Camilla turned on her back while swimming and splashed water with her feet to him now, but she was still faster. He almost grabbed her foot while climbing up the jetty, but giggling she wiggled out of his grip and jumped up. But Charles didn´t gave up. As quick as he could he climbed up too, and caught her hand by the end of the jetty. He turned her around, lifted her up and carried her over to the little meadow. Behind bunches of reed he laid her down, where he felt much safer now.

Camilla guessed what would come now and already started to squeak heavily. Grinning Charles scrambled between her legs to fix her, bent down to kiss her tightly, but at the same time started to tickle her. Meanwhile he knew her most sensitive spots and unerring tickled her there more and more. Loud laughing, squeaking and catching for breathe Camilla tried to wiggle out of him. But she had no chance, Charles just continued and kissed every part of her body he could reach by the way. Giggling he mumbled: “What must be, must be!” Camilla begged for release and promised to be brave in the future. Charles laughed and tickled her even heavier. Camilla almost died now and Charles stopped. Pressing her hands down on the ground he grinned: “Promise me to never be brave!” Arching her head back in laughter she promised it and satisfied Charles let loose of her.

He embraced her gently and wanted to kiss her, as Camilla cheekily mumbled under his lips: “Bad boy!” Charles stopped and frowned playfully, but Camilla grinned brightly: “I had to promise you…” but she couldn´t end it, Charles already kissed her full of passion and in love.

Now they laid there side by side, Camilla in the crook of his arm with closed eyes and playing with his chest hair. Charles view got up and down on her, he simply couldn´t stop adoring her. Lying here naked, just in the wild, felt somehow exciting and arousing to him. But it wasn´t strange, it was somehow perfect to see his bare girlfriend bedded in the meadow. Charles watched the water drops on her skin, which slowly disappeared from the warming sun and traced a line with his fingertips through them. Gently he arranged the wet tips of her hair on her shoulder and traced along to her lips now. He bent down to kiss her again, Camilla just smiled with still closed eyes and grabbed his neck. Charles watched her lovely face for a few seconds and a corn flower, right beside her head, caught his view.

He picked it and gently traced along her facial lines. Camilla rapturous smiled now and turned on her back, her eyes still closed. Charles took this as an invitation to go on. Slowly he got down with the flower to her neck, traced around to her nape and let her shiver with that. He tickled along her collarbones, what let her shiver anew and very slowly down to her cleavage. In wide circles he caressed each of her breasts and watched her nipples erecting, even more as his circles became smaller. The flower slipped over her nipple and immediately Charles placed a gentle kiss on it. The same with the other side and he could hear a quiet moan from her. Languorous Camilla lolled and stretched her arms above her head.

Charles grinned, he knew she was a child of the sun and loved to feel the sunrays on her skin. Beside his caresses, of course.

The flower continued its way in small circles down her stomach, around her navel, over to her right side, down to her crutch, up her left side and down to her crutch again. Camilla was cluttered with a goose flesh, now and then she languorously moaned. And now she straddled her legs a bit wider and Charles hesitated. To what thing would that lead up now?

But he couldn´t resist this wonderful view. He scrambled down on her and with a shaking hand let glide the flower down between her lower lips. Camilla shivered once more and dreamily smiled with her closed eyes.

He couldn´t get his eyes away from the cute thing between her legs, he just thought it was beautiful and it had a magnetic attraction to him right from the start. But he still was unsure about it.

Yes, of course, he made love to her a few times now. Feeling his dick in her there brought an unknown great pleasure to him. He never knew before, that this was another way to show her all of his love. It wasn´t just a way to find satisfaction, it felt to him as if their hearts were talking to each other while doing it. In fact, it was so wonderful, he even couldn´t find the right words for it. And he had explored her there with his fingers and it felt incredible good. It felt better the more experience he got with her to discover the hidden secrets down here. He slowly learned where and how to touch her to bring pleasure to her, and the feeling of her soft skin and everything that followed his touches drove him almost crazy.

But there had to be more, he felt. The last time they made love, unfortunately already three days ago due to his full schedule, he had dared to kiss her shy there. Obviously she had liked it, but he just didn´t dare to go on.

But he could try out now! Intent Charles scrambled between her legs, his fingers gently touched the inner side of her thighs and he bent down his head. Hesitantly he paused for one second, but then placed a gently kiss right in the middle of her crutch. Camilla winced, but he felt her lower body slightly pressing against his lips now. This encouraged him enormously and he kissed her again, more confident now. He felt her hand touching his hair and her thumb gently caressed his forehead.

Charles just closed his eyes and followed the voice of his heart. With a wide tongue he traced up and down on her, slipped between her lips and up and down again and obviously he was right with it. His girlfriend started to circle her lower body slowly and her legs spread wider. Charles started anew, but gently sucked each of her lips now, while his thumb gently circled her inner thighs. And suddenly in a light flow he felt the liquid on his tongue he already knew. But he never had expected, that it would taste so sweet and irresistible to him. He needed more of this and his tongue parted her lips again. Lovingly, but covetous he explored her again, found her clit, the little pearl that he already knew to caress with his fingers. But under his tongue it grew so much faster, and even more of this wonderful fluid flooded out of her. Charles deeply breathed in and the intense scent of her wowed him again. Why on earth he hadn´t try out this before?

His tongue slipped down again and found her hole. But he realised, that he still could caress her growing clit with the tip of his nose, while he discovered the place his dick already knew. And this dick meanwhile hard towered up in front of him, he just recognized. But this wasn´t important to him now, he just wanted to taste this wonderful liquid, to smell her breathtaking flavour, to feel her wetness, her softness, to explore more of this diamond between her legs.

The moans of his girlfriend brought him back to reality. Camilla had clawed her fingers into his hair, her hips heavily scrubbed against him and circled around and she had arched her head back with a grimacing face. Her chest heavily sunk up and down, her nipples hard raised and her moans came out in the rhythm of his caresses, Charles realised now. And he felt happy, that he could make her happy even more and that it felt so good to him as well.

He got down on her once more and his eyes touched her swollen clit. It was like a magnet to him and he just sucked her there, harder and harder, and couldn´t resist to gently bite her. Camilla yelled out with a long groan and pushed him away from her.

She put him up to her and happy embraced him with her blushed face. Charles was slightly disappointed, but smiling caressed her face. “That felt so wonderful, really wonderful!” he happy brought out. Camilla grinned out of breathe: “Yes, indeed…” She gently touched his face and adoring looked up to him: “I love you, darling.”

But Charles didn´t know what to do know, as they obviously still where right in the middle of it. But he hadn´t to think twice about it.

Camilla turned him gently around and Charles sharply breathed in. Yes, of course. She had tried with him the last time already. And he exploded after around ten seconds. But this ten seconds had felt so wonderful. And if she had felt just as half as wonderful just this minute before, as he knelt between her legs, it would be the greatest, Charles thought.

But his thought ended in the second, Camilla traced her tongue up his hard penis. Charles clawed his fingers tightly into the grass and bit his lips. With wide eyes he watched how his girlfriend gently licked around the tip of his penis and down again. Her fingertips tenderly caressed his balls and Charles started to tremble. Her tongue made its way up on him again and Charles heavily breathed out. Again and again.

Almost horrified, but of course full of pleasure he watched her lips wrapping around his hard cock. This feeling let him almost faint, the more as she slowly got down and her tongue traced around. But as she started to suck him, he just cried out. Loud and uncontrollably. He had to do something, he desperately thought. He didn´t want to let come it to an end so fast! Charles tried to concentrate on ugly and weird things, but his mind swirled. The caressing tongue, her sucking mouth and those soft lips drove him just crazy. It heavy burnt and ached between his legs, the feeling was carried over to his stomach, to his chest, to all of his body. He was ready for everything.

And watching her adorable body, bent down between his legs, her curves, her full breasts touching his thighs, her bottom, those wet lips he just enjoyed minutes before…Charles tried to distract again. He remembered, that they still were in danger to be caught here, naked, about to making love under the blue sky…but somehow it didn´t touch him any longer. He really wouldn´t care at the moment, if someone would spot them here. All what he was interested in, was to be together with this girl, whose name he wouldn´t be able to speak out because of his condition.

If she wouldn´t stop the next second, he would faint, would cry out everything inside him, he would…Camilla stopped. Smiling she scrambled up to him again and Charles just kissed her deeply. Tightly embraced they turned around, Charles felt her breasts pressed against his chest and remembered, that they were way to adorable to him do be forgotten.

He straightened up, his hands gently wandered over his shoulders down on her, along the outlines of her breasts and with a grab, a bit harder as usual, he lifted them up. His palm of the hands wandered up, over her areola and he traced down his fingers again. His thumbs slipped over her hard nipples and let her moan again. He repeated it once more, and once again. Camilla had squinted her eyes, her head arched back and she pressed her lower body against him. Her nails traced down his upper arms, and she groaned again and again: “Oh darling…oh darling…”

Charles was smitten by her, somehow she seemed to be away with it more than ever, she was blushed and slightly sweated, he almost could touch her longing for him.

And it would kill him, if he wouldn´t be one with her immediately. He knelt between her straddled, angled legs and adored her exposure again. And he couldn´t resist to do the things with his penis that he already did with his tongue before.

He shortly got into her, earned a moan of pleasure and then a moan of disappointment, as he got out of her again. He stroke up with his tip between her wet lips and circled around her clit. Camilla bit into her fist. She grinded against him, but Charles, despite biting his lower lip to hold his composure, continued to caress her with his swollen dick. But eventually he had to give up too and bent over her.

He kissed her, felt her hands grabbing his neck and looked into her begging, cloudy eyes. Heavy breathing the both of them still locked their gazes, as Charles got into her. And started to move. Camilla crossed her legs and pressed him deeper into her. Her hands roamed through his hair, she bit his earlobe, scratched down his back and just moaned. Charles had steadied on his hands in the grass and paced up his moves. Camilla tried to join him, but she almost was too far away. Fascinated, but already surrounded by stars and colours, he watched her face.

He changed his angle in her to find more hold and could gave her a few harder shoves, as she suddenly stopped breathing. With his confused mind Charles still was horrified for one second, until she just screamed and yelled out and her head twined from left to the right. From far away he recognized her nails dug deep into his flesh and somehow this was the last step, until he fainted for one second. A heavy, but relieving ache almost exploded out of his lower body, followed from a huge wave of warmth, pleasure and lightness. For a few seconds he felt lifted up in the air with his girlfriend in his arms, until he woke up lying down on her.

Her chest still heavy sunk up and down and she trembled. As well as he did. Neither of them was able to speak, out of their mouth just came inarticulately mumbles. But they happy smiled to each other, more than happy. With gleaming and sparkling faces they kissed and caressed each other, Charles snuggled her against his chest and wrapped around her.

And finally he felt, what was different today. He took the lead for the first time. And he acted out of his heart, without thinking about it. He had given his girlfriend this incredible feeling without her help, just by himself and with all his heart. She just let fall into his arms and enjoyed his love. Charles felt proud and even more self-confident.

Yes, life was good. Life was good since knowing the girl who snuggled against his heart right now. The heart that belonged to her since meeting her for the first second.

With a rapturous smile and adoring eyes Charles lifted up her chin to kiss her again. Happily Camilla answered his kiss, he turned on his back with her lying on his top and tightly embraced they enjoyed the shiny sun warming their entwined bodies.

And it wasn´t the last time the two sun lovers had visited this abandoned island.

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On The Depth Of The Sea

Grabbing the steel doorframe with both his hands Charles scrambled over the step out of the small cloakroom. Under normal circumstances he had felt disgusted to death by bending his head over the toilet pan and to spew heavily into the loo, which hundreds of his comrades used day by day.

But on this day he not even realised this. And if he had, it wouldn´t matter. Nothing didn´t matter anymore. Absolutely nothing.

Under wavering steps he reached his cabin. Automatically he shut the door, automatically he went over to his little washbasin and automatically he switched on the water. The cold runlet at his hands let him wake up a little. At least that little to bent down and refresh his face and sluice out his mouth.

One hand steadied on the washbasin and the other hand grabbed the towel to dry his face. His view caught the table in the mirror and a small edge of a cream coloured paper reflected. And now Charles was fully aware again where exactly the heavy pain inside his body arose from. The pain that became so heavy with one fast jerk, that his body let run riot immediately and let him storm out to the gross toilet to empty his stomach. 

It was his heart. Or at least the place where his heart still was just minutes before. Now there just was a tattered hole, everything inside seemed to be shredded, it felt bleeding, deep dark and sore. And this hole and the pains, which he couldn´t find words for, slowly spread over his whole body.

Charles knew, it wouldn´t get better now. But as if by magic he was pulled over to the table again to look at the paper. He couldn´t concentrate on the written text, everything seemed to be like in a fog. But a few words stuck out. Dark, sharp and clear: “the engagement of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles to Ms. Camilla Shand”.

Anything around Charles started to swirl. He breathed heavily. At the edge of the table he tried to find hold, but his arms almost give away and his knees were heavily shaking. The pain from his left side had reached his right side, his thorax was laced in and compressed, it started to darken everywhere. Air! His brain screamed to him! Fresh air!

Waving and shaking Charles tried to rush over to the small bull´s eye. As fast as he could. And with each of his steps he left behind a trace of energy, vitality and light. It just flooded out of his body, slowly but definitely.

He yanked open the bull´s eye and with his hand still at the knob he deeply breathed in the very small breeze of fresh air. But somehow this wasn´t enough. Somehow it left him feel worse. The more he breathed, the more his chest was compressed. He tried to stretch out his head, but all what he felt was more darkness, more stifling air and as if he`d sink down to the depths of the sea, unable to move or to do anything.

His feet wouldn´t carry him any longer, still heavy gasping he shut the bull´s eye. Then a part of his brain told him to do it, as it probably would be better to hide anything in here from his comrades outside.

Charles sunk down on the bed and buried his head into his hands. His pair of lungs were filled with cement, his chest burned and pained, his arms and legs felt so incredible heavy and his head was somehow stuck into a clamp.

HE HAD LOST HER!

Charles felt like he had to cry now. But there were no tears, no sobbing, his body was just frozen into pain. And not only his body. His brain couldn´t work as well. He just had this one horrible sentence in front of his eyes: “the engagement of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles to Ms. Camilla Shand”.

Suddenly a huge blind rage arose in him, very quickly it climbed up inside and let his body almost explode now. Charles jumped up and hit his fist heavy on the steel table top. It ached really much, the pang climbed up his arm to his shoulder, but it pushed aside the pain in his chest. At least a little.

Charles hit the table top again. Harder and harder his fist punched down. Somehow this freed his body out of the rigidity and his chest out of the iron clasps. He had bit his lower lip all the time, he could taste the blood in his mouth. But he didn´t care. And he didn´t care for his dark red fist, his meanwhile stiff arm and his injured, bloody knuckles. 

But eventually this kind of pain let something lose inside him. Finally he could breathe again, finally his pair of lungs were filled with air again.

And now it started to come out of him. He almost reared up, his hands grabbed his head, he squinted his eyes and his mouth opened wide.

His brain told him to go down on his knees, a millisecond later he had buried his head into the bed sheet and screamed. Jerkily, desperately and loud. The more he screamed, the more his fist hit down on the bed.

He didn´t know how long he stayed in this condition. But slowly his screams turned into short yells, quieter and more powerless, until he finally remained silent.

He still kneeled on the floor, his arms and hands dangled powerless over the edge of the bed and he had turned aside his heavy blushed face. He just stared to the end of his bed, but his eyes didn´t see the real world.

His eyes just saw his wonderful, bubbly girlfriend who laughed and smiled heartily to him. But he couldn´t reach her. He could see her face clearly, but at the same time she seems to be so far away, almost hidden in a cloud, and if he tried to near to her she moved away again.

Determined Charles jumped up. He had to convince himself again. He grabbed the paper and…his aching chest felt as if a red-hot broad knife was stabbed into his shredded heart and slowly turned around. Quickly he let fall the letter back on the table, covered his eyes with his lower arm and turned away. With his other arm he steadied against the steel wall of his small ship cabin and tried to catch a clear thought.

His mind was more than confused, memories of her and their wonderful time, his dreams and hopes and his greatest fears crossed in a whirlwind.

But one single thought came out of the chaos again. It was the horrible thing he was afraid of since meeting her for the first time: HE HAD LOST HER! SHE WAS GONE! AWAY FROM HIM!

Charles steadied with both hands against the wall now and panted again. He felt sooo weak. Weak from spewing, weak from his fury outburst, weak from the pain inside him and weak from this terrible news. He had to go down on the floor again and leaned his upper body over the seat of the steel chair.

Deeply he breathed in again and again. He clenched his fists and loudly grumbled. Desperately he tried to be angry about her, but he just couldn´t. Neither he could be angry about Andrew.

There was just one person, he had to be angry about. It was he himself!

He had ignored the signs. And he had ignored reality. He hadn´t prevented that she would go. He had to bear the blame that his life was ruined, that he himself was ruined and bled to death. And he had to bear the blame that another man had snatched away his girl. The woman of his dreams. His soul mate. His best friend. His mind-blowing lover. His beautiful future bride…

Nooo, not his future bride. ANDREW´S BRIDE! Charles´s fingers clawed into his forehead, his elbows steadied on the seat. In his mind he screamed loud to himself what an ignorant loser he was. Lightheaded he just was convinced, that anything would fall into the right place. Yes, it had…but just for Andrew!

Camilla always was honest with him. From the beginning on. She had told him that she still felt for Andrew. Very different to the feelings for him, Charles. But there still was something. And he knew that she was uncomfortable in his own stiff, overfraught and way too luxury world. She scared the public eye. He hadn´t mind to take her with him to a few of his engagements, but she preferred to wait for him in her flat or, sometimes, in his palace apartement. She wasn´t very keen of the dozens of staff members constantly around.

But she loved to be in the private atmosphere of Birkhall or Balmoral or Broadlands with Uncle Dickie. She loved the country life. He had recognized her longing looks, if small children were around. She loved to be in the garden, to be on a horse`s back, to wear her Wellingtons, just to be Charles and Camilla…

But he hadn´t told her that he wanted to give her all of this.

He just hadn´t told her that he would do anything for her to feel comfortable. That he could buy a farm house for them, that he would try to keep her out of the public, at least for the first years… That he would fight against Uncle Dickie´s and Grannie`s sentiment that she was not grand enough to be a princess.

And above all he hadn´t told her that she should wait for him…BECAUSE HE WANTED TO MARRY HER!

He had ignored the special expression of her eyes as she stood here in this cabin to say goodbye to him in Plymouth. She had grabbed both his hands tightly and told him that he should use this time to learn. As much as he could. About the world, people and life. And that after his Navy time he´d knew better what he wanted in life. And what would be the right for him.

…and that he never should forget that she loves him deeply. Always. No matter what would happen…

And now Charles understood. Her eyes, her sad eyes, had told him everything. Her last kiss had told him everything. She had kissed him in a way, as if there would be no tomorrow…long, deep, desperate, with all her love.

In her letters she had written to him about her life now. And that Andrew had invited her to go out a few times…

Charles had ignored all this, but he knew now. And now his life got just out of his hands.

The more he tried to find hold on the shabby chair, the more he had the feeling to glide down, to lose his grip, it was as he would fall to pieces. He had no power, no energy…Everything around him seemed so grey, pale and totally unimportant. His days in the sun were gone. He sunk down more to the depth of the sea.

And slowly, or better finally, a huge lump built up in his throat. He got a huge pressure in his head, his eyes were blurry and he felt dizzy.

Gasping for air again like a fish out of the water he crawled over to the single small shelf in the cabin. He couldn´t walk, his knees were jelly, he just felt too weak.

He had to see her face! He had to see her eyes to stay alive, no matter if it would kill him now! At least the pain would be over then…

On all four legs he fished out her framed picture out of the shelf and steadied on the bed again. She smiled to him brightly, open and full of love. Her eyes sparkled as ever and had this mischievous touch that he loved sooo much!

Both of his hands clawed into the frame, he started to shaking heavily again, his face blushed and he contorted his face in his heart pain. Oh, how much he loved her! And how much he missed her!

He could feel a single tear running down his cheek, but he still couldn´t cry. Out of his mouth just came scary sounds, but his throat still felt constricted. The lump in it grew and grew, but it just couldn´t lose.

Hastily he jerked out the box under his bed and tossed away the lid. He grabbed out a few of her letters and just stared at her handwriting. He wasn´t able to reread them anyway, his brain wouldn´t understand one of her words now.

But what he still could recognize, was her last sentence at the end of each letter: “Love you forever, darling”.

Charles started to sob now. Yes, it was true. He just knew that it was true. She loved him, deeply. But this let the pain just grow. To know that she still loved him, but would marry another man. This thought stabbed him the next red-hot knife into his bleeding heart wound.

He tossed back the letters into the box and grabbed out a few of the photographs.

With a grimacing face in his pain he still managed to smile in wonderful memories by watching the photos. But he didn´t realise that meanwhile his cheeks were full of tears, that slowly his body was ready to let it all out.

He watched at them both sitting on the sofa in her parent´s house arm in arm, Camilla doing some breakfast in her flat wearing one of his shirts, Camilla wrapped in a thick shawl and a quilted jacket in the woods around Birkhall, the both of them in swimwear during their holidays in Greece…on all of this photos she looked so happy, relaxed and in love with him.

And now Camilla naked…he bit on his lips and snorted through his teary nose. He loved this photo so much. He had needed some time to convince her of doing the picture. But he promised her that nobody beside the developer of the photo would ever see it.

She leaned on one side in his bed in Buckingham Palace, her arms crossed over her stomach and her legs angled. He could watch a glimpse of the cute triangle between her legs and her full breasts almost stared at him in perfection. She lightly smiled into the camera with a shy expression, but her eyes were full of trust in him.

And finally it hit him like a hammer now. He would never ever again kiss her as her lover, he would never ever again have her in his arms, he would never ever again caress every part of her body and make love to her, he even would never ever again say to her: “I love you.”

But he needed this so much! He needed her so very much! He couldn´t stay alive without her! Losing her had tear a huge hole into him, nobody would ever be able to fill it out again! Nobody would ever fill this emptiness! And nobody would ever love him as she did: entirely, unassuming, candid, just taking him the way he was.

And he would never love someone else so deeply again. He had given her all his heart, there hardly was space for someone else. He just knew it. And he decided it. Certain and irretrievable.

Gently his fingers traced along the outline of her naked body on the photo. As he reached her face, he bent down to kiss her. And as he sobbed: “I love you!” he just gave up. Everything inside him gave up. He just broke down.

Hot, salty tears run down his face in a large, unending flow. He just now was able to dry her photo before he would destroy it with his tears.

And then he just dunk down on his bed. Powerless, broken, exhausted. He just cried, cried and cried. He made forlorn sounds, he sobbed heavily and breathed for air. He desperately turned around and doubled up again. But there was no relief. The place where his heart was, ached more and more, so much that he wasn´t able to move now. Stock-still he laid on his back and cried now without realising it any longer.

But something was clear to him now.

She just couldn´t wait for him. There simply was no chance. He never would able to marry before his training had ended. And only God knows, when it would be. Maybe in three years, maybe five, maybe ten years…

She needed a home. Now. She just couldn´t live in her girls flat any longer. She wasn´t eighteen any more. She needed someone who would care for her. Reliable. She needed something real. Not something she could hope for in the far future. And what wasn´t safe anyway… He was still half-baked. Andrew was not. She needed everything he just couldn´t give her now. Beside his love. She just needed the things Andrew would give her now.

Charles knew, this was just the beginning. He would feel her loss more and more day by day. Maybe the pain would never end. Maybe he would feel empty the rest of his life. He didn´t know. He didn´t know anything now. And he didn´t care. He couldn´t care for anything.

Watching into nowhere he cried all of the tears he had for this day, not as desperate as before, just constantly and quiet. He had placed his hand on her photo and slowly he glided into a dark, dreamless sleep. Not for resting, not for recovering. His body just switched out to stay alive.

But what he didn´t know and didn´t feel this day, it was the very little part in him that would hope and fight for her. The little part that would grow day by day ,against all odds, and never would give up.