Prince Charles was adored at all, and from his childhood, he was known throughout the kingdom as the owner of an incredible stubbornness and infinitely huge heart. Despite all the science and skills that the royal offspring had to learn, he had time to draw and make music and loved to read endlessly. And this is not to mention the fact that even now the prince has always found time to play with simple village boys, for whom even five minutes with the heir himself became the main impression of the next month if not two.
His mind and knowledge were amazingly close to kindness and humanity in general, but his stubbornness was unbeareble... No matter how much his father fought - Charles always stayed with his opinion and did everything in his own way. The king was seriously afraid that his only child would be stubborn, so he would have to settle all the conflicts that the prince would have time to settle because of his intransigence.
- He wouldn't share a bed with a man, - the king said angrily, - What a big deal - sharing a bed with a man! How many examples are known in history - and he will not!
- Be patient, - said the king's advisor, a tall and skinny, more likely even a wiry man in his age, dressed only in dark clothes and walking everywhere and always with his black agate rosary. - He had not experienced any relationship yet, of course, he is afraid.
- He is a stubborn boy, - the king grabbed his hands behind his back and went to the window. - It would have been much easier if I hadn't loved him. I would whip him with a pleasure!
- I can talk to him, - the counselor humbly bowed his head. - Maybe he'll listen to me.
- You can try, Sebastian. He will behave well at the Tournament as the prince should, but who knows, what will happen after? Won't we get angry letters from the miserable one who will get our Charles?
It clearly didn't take a response, and the counselor left the royal chambers, heading for the prince's rooms, smiling at his dark, like heavy agate beads, thoughts.
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- Come in, - Charles, like his father in his chambers, stood by the window.
The prince was still in a new camisole, and he looked astonishing.
- Why is my prince so sad? - As usual, Sebastian's voice charmed the young man, and he turned to his father's counselor.
- I don't want to leave the capital, - Charles shook his head. - This is my home...
- Your home is where you are, my prince, - the counselor came up to him, looking out the window too. His stretched and strict face didn't seem to express any emotion, but Shaw smiled at him. - What's bothering you? The king said you don't want to share a bed with a man?
- Of course, I don't want to! - The prince flashed. - And who would want to? Just like that - to give yourself to the first person you meet?
- All these men are worthy. You have nothing to fear, but...
- But, uh...? - The prince looked over his shoulder.
- Inexperience may be wanted... or not, - Shaw rustled with his dark clothes, bypassing the prince, and Charles felt his head spinning because of the sweet smell of incense, which seems to have been soaked through the counselor.
- I don't care if I'm wanted or not...
- But do you want to be talked about behind your back, my prince? - the voice was in his ear, and Charles shuddered, turning around, being nose to nose with the counselor.
- I don't know...
- It's very unpleasant, it's the ridicule of strangers in a foreign country, and you won't know anything about what your new king might need in a bedchamber.
Charles turned his back on it, biting his lip and blushing harder, and it seems that he had a picture in mind, otherwise what else could be associated with such a charming reaction? The Royal Councillor looked at him. He knew better than anyone how innocent the prince was because he personally protected his integrity because Shaw cherished the hope of ripping off this flower himself.