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Monaco Jet Set Chronicles	By : eternalmuse Category: Individual Celebrities > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) > Charlotte Casiraghi (Charlotte of Monaco) Views: 1910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Charlotte Casiraghi, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Jesus, thought Charlotte, what was she to do? Of course there were permanent guards at the entrances, but it was not like she was dying to be seen by them. Her day had been already risky enough. Gossip was a permanent entertainment among some of the staff and as much as she had appreciated Stephanie's help, she wasn't sure yet that she'd take her advice about telling the truth to her mother. Actually it might not be compulsory to do so in order to get rid of Thierry. So, no running into curious officers at this hour.
Still she DID have to get in. Plus it was chilly. She strolled a bit in Palace Square, going near the cannons that are overlooking Fontvieille and the Stadium where, next weekend, she'd be attending a football match, Monaco-Paris St. Germain, with Uncle Albert and - shit! - Thierry who she'd personally invited. Of course he would not go now. At least taken by herself! Lights were on in Fontvieille, and loads of cars were coming from there and Cap d'Ail (1st French town to the west of Monaco) to the most predictable and fashionable destination in the Cote d'Azur: Monte Carlo.
Charlotte walked those 50 metres back to the Palace... maybe she could throw some pebbles to Andrea or Pierre's bedroom?
Then again, Charlotte reasoned, throwing pebbles was a bit silly plus how was she gonna reach the window of Andy’s room from outside the main walls?!?! So she strolled around a bit more.
There were still some tourists sitting on the esplanades and walking the medieval streets of Monaco-Ville. But Char didn’t care right now. They’d look around the belvederes n all but not come near her, nor would anybody imagine Charlotte Marie Pomeline Casiraghi to be alone at night and unguarded. Indeed she had been fortunate to come driven by Gary; he was comprehensive enough to skip some rules at times. How good it was to be like a normal girl whose enjoying the nightly air of the principality! So she looked to her left, where La Condamine and Port Hercule were calm, only crossed by cars heading for Monte Carlo, where night was really heating up.
Char was also heating up. The sight of Fontvieille hadn’t ONLY brought sadness to her. Charlottes mind was also packed with memories of Thierry’s cock impaling her sweet fresh virgin pussy. Even if its meaning had been somewhat shattered, it still had been a hell of a jolly good first fuck.... oh shucks what was she thinking?! She ought to be crying her ass out because of that son of a bitch instead of recalling the hot warm feeling of his dick - which she'd order cut off right away were she the ruler of Monaco - inside her juicy young cunny. No time to be horny, miss!
By now she undoubtedly wanted to go in. She'd go give Andrea a goodnight kiss, and that would make her sleep well, as always. Andy was just so reassuring! And she would bid Pierre goodnight too. Ah, petit Pierre. He seemed so innocent and unaware of girls and sex business that she only wish he'd enjoy more time than herself before his naiveté should be deceived in such cruel ways as shed been today. Plus it was chilly and her lovely - and revealing - black silk dress was now not enough for the Monaco breeze comin from the Mediterranean. So she knocked, sensing how ridiculous the situation was, like "knock knock palace guards, its me the princess willya let me in?"
Knock-knock
"Mais qui est-ce qui vient déranger le Palais a cet heure absurde? ...ooooooooh!" "C'est moi, monsieur, je m'excuse! C'est Charlotte"
The man look straight into her face, to confirm
"But… Mademoiselle, I’m sorry! This is quite a surprise! Its not safe to be wandering all alone, Miss, why didn’t the driver leave you inside the courtyard, for heavens sake?!"
"Well officer, to tell the truth I asked him to leave me outside. You know, its a bit hard when ya spend so much time in limos and VIP stalls n stuff, you don get much chance to see your country with normal eyes, stare at the moon over the Port, breathe the air of Monaco… ya know simple things you’d like to do with you’re wife n kids when not on duty!"
"You’re right Mademoiselle, absolutely! I sometimes think a lot about your distinct family Miss; guess you’d like some more privacy and freedom hey? Less guards, less admirers, less paparazzi, less crazy fucks mad about ya without even knowing ya, making all sorts of nutty internet conversation n yahoo clubs where they live through ya and go inventing tales about you and … shucks anyway who am I to be giving lessons to ya princess?! Have a good night!"
"No its OK officer. You actually got it quite right… so listen, are you the only one on duty tonight?"
"Well not exactly Mademoiselle… now please don go telling His Serene Highness, but Christophe here" - he pointed to a chair next to the porters desk where a fat young officer was asleep - "had a little too much Beaujolais wine at dinner… we was celebrating a bet we won! And also spending the win, I realize now"
"Really?" she giggled "well I won tell a thing. What did you bet anyway?"
"Well, Miss... er … Oh well, we bet the morning guard team that you'd place among the three best at the competition today… so guess I'll have to thank ya for the prize"
"AWW that's sweet… well don’t worry not a word will leave my lips" on saying this she tried a sweet seductive voice and made pouty lips, as she was gonna ask a quite awkward favour in return. "But officer, you have to promise me one thing… ok?"
"Sure, anything ya wish princess"
"Well ya see I wanna surprise my brother Andrea with a goodnight kiss and I wanna come in his window. Now I can do it, see, cause its reachable from the veranda over there. So you’ll keep that secret ok?"
"Well I’m not gonna stop a princess entering her home the way she wishes, Mademoiselle"
"Thanks then. By the way, what's your name?"
"Hercule, Miss"
"Oh, like our port down there… ya know my grandfathers' making it bigger?"
"Sure, I saw the pics of HSH and HSH the Prince Héréditaire visiting the works in Algeciras, Spain. Its comin over in July, the new pier!
"Yes, amazing, isn’t it? Tons of concrete actually sailing all the way! Well, good night Hercule!"
"Sweet dreams princess"
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