Martyn brought the brush through his hair, taking extra care to make sure not a strand was out of place before he smoothed out his nightshirt.
A knock on the door made him stand and open it, quickly bowing, "Your Majesty." He was suddenly very aware how little clothing he was wearing, Martyn wore only his nightshirt and loose pants.
"Martyn, I'm sure you remember Viscount Robert of Lorraine?" Hudson smirked, gesturing to his companion.
Martyn dipped his head in respect, "My Lord, yes, I do remember."
"Robert, my friend, if I, your King, blessed the union would you wed Lord Martyn without a second question?" Hudson glanced between Robert and Martyn.
"If it does please My Lord then I will do as His Majesty pleases," Robert replied with a smirk.
"That is all, you may go," Hudson way he'd Robert slink away with a sly smile before the King turned to face Martyn, "If you are in the favour of the King then your prospects are expanded, they are not limited by any means," he explained.
Martyn bowed his head in application, not quite sure not to do.
Hudson pulled Martyn in by the chin, kissing him passionately before quickly pulling away, "And think about that kiss, too," he walked away with a sly chuckle.
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Long May She Reign
FanfictionFrance 1557; Owen Stuart, Queen of Scots, had been hidden away at a convent for her safety since age 9. Engaged since childhood to the future king of France, she awaits her return to the French court for her wedding to Acho Denholm, the Dauphin of F...
