Title: Bien-aimé y Amado
Disclaimer: Princess Diaries 1 & 2, and its characters are the property of Disney, Buena Vista, and Meg Cabot. I am only playing with them and will return them unharmed when I am finished.
Summary: Beloved: a beloved person; used as terms of endearment; dearly loved
Bien-aimé y Amado
"Good evening, Your Majesty."
"Good evening Joseph," replied King Rupert. "Is everything ready?" Rupert asked, answering Joseph's bow with a slight inclination of his head. Walking to the sideboard Rupert prepared himself a drink.
"Yes, Sire. Everything is secured, ready and we simply await Her Majesty," Joseph responded.
"She should be arriving any moment," the King responded, taking a small sip from the glass of brandy he held as he walked to stand next to his Head of Security.
"Should Sire?" Joseph asked, surprised at His Majesty's response.
"Yes, should Joseph. I haven't seen or spoken to our lovely queen since this morning. I was informed that I was to dress in the connecting suite," Rupert chuckled softly at the look of surprise on his friend's face, continuing. "So that I would not see what my dear wife was intending to wear for this evening's festivities." Leaning closer, Rupert added in an undertone, "I couldn't even get the maids to tell me."
"Joseph, are you armed this evening?" Rupert asked, trying to discern the outline of a gun under his Head of Security's tuxedo.
Opening his jacket, Joseph shifted to allow his holster and pistol to be seen before buttoning his jacket once more.
Nodding in response Rupert said, "Good." Seeing the brief look of confusion on Joseph's face Rupert simply said, "Italians." Rupert wasn't surprised at the slight snarl that flitted across Joseph's face for a brief moment before his features smoothed into his normal impenetrable mask.
"I didn't realize that they were attending this evening Your Majesty?" Joseph said.
"Neither did I, but it seems our esteemed Swiss hosts were unable to leave them off the guest list," answered Rupert, the tone of his voice showing his displeasure at both his hosts and their unwanted guests. "I wasn't informed until after the meeting this afternoon. Needless to say I was not pleased, hence my question to you." Rupert finished his brandy replacing the glass on the sideboard.
Returning to Joseph's side to await his wife, Rupert continued. "It's bad enough to have to deal with their pettiness and covetous at the trade table but when they act as if my wife is part of the agreement…" Rupert trailed off, trying to control his temper.
"Their predecessors were more equitable," replied Joseph, "they are", Joseph tried to find a diplomatic term for the Italian representatives. Failing, he settled on, "crass."
"Crass is not the word that I would use to describe them," the King ground out.
Joseph looked at his sovereign closely, this was not simply about unwanted guests- there was something else involved. He had been Their Majesty's bodyguard for many years; he was privy to more intimate details concerning Their Majesties than anyone else on staff. He knew King Rupert was passionately in love with his wife and that his wife returned that love. He had discovered them in more compromising positions than he cared to think about. 'Dream about yes, rationally think about- NO,' he silently added.
He knew the King adored his sons and would always choose the safety of his wife and sons over his own; a choice that Joseph both admired and ultimately feared- for he knew his choice would mirror that of his king. But this was more, something was bothering his sovereign.
Seemingly jolted out of deep thought, Rupert turned to Joseph. "Yes?"
"Is there a problem?" Joseph asked, locking onto the King's gaze, conveying silently his concern and assistance.
"Not a problem so much as a challenge," replied Rupert, not surprised to see Joseph's eyebrow rise in question. Squeezing Joseph's shoulder reassuringly Rupert smiled saying," Don't worry old friend, it is nothing to be concerned over; just a small problem that will lend itself to being solved in its own time." Looking over at the mantle clock Rupert noted the time, "If my dear wife does not hurry up we are going to be late and…"
"Queens are never late…," a soft voice replied, "…everyone else is simply- early."
Both men turned, exclamations of surprise falling from their lips at the vision in front of them.
"Mon Dieu!" breathed Rupert, his heated gaze raking over his wife's form.
"Dios mio!" whispered Joseph, staring lovingly at the vision before him.