In Search of a Queen

Chapter 6

"Good morning, Sawyer." Charles said as he watched the young man, who had stolen all the blankets over the course of the night, begin to squirm and stretch out of his fluffy cocoon.

"Good morning." he mumbled, hair sticking in all directions from sleep and from the their...activities the previous evening. "Charles, are those my clothes you're wearing?"

"Why yes, they are. And I must say, I never thought peasant's clothes would be so...spacious." Charles wiggled his eyebrows and swung his hips suggestively. "Or did you have yours specially made?"

"Oh, hush!" Sawyer said grumpily, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Well, what am I to wear, then?" Charles stopped his gyrating to look towards his naked lover, confused. "My clothes, of course!"

"Your clothes? But...yours are so expensive. I've never worn anything even remotely similar to that before." Charles walked towards Sawyer, who was now sitting on the side of their bed.

"Come here." Charles leaned down to place his hand over Sawyer's, using the other to gently lift the other man's chin. "If there is anyone who deserves to wear clothes like mine, it is you. You'll like them, I promise. And anyway," Charles winked and planted a kiss on Sawyer's forehead, "this color is going to look even better on you than on me." Sawyer began to lose the concerned look on his face and flashed a smile

"If you're sure you don't mind," he said, standing and walking towards Charles' clothes, which had been scattered on the chaise the night before. Charles just stood and leered at him as he put on the fine clothing, faking a pout as Sawyer slid the pants up over his hips.

"You are such a creep, Charles." Sawyer joked. He shrugged the fine silk shirt on over his shoulders, sighing at the cool touch. He'd never felt anything so soft.

"Do you like it?" Charles asked, walking over to wrap his arms around Sawyer's waist.

"It's wonderful." he breathed, relaxing into Charles' chest.

"I'm glad," Charles said, smiling into Sawyer's neck. "Although, just between you and me, I think you looked better without them." Sawyer half-heartedly elbowed Charles in the stomach and turned his head for a kiss. Charles pulled away suddenly and stared into space, a horrified expression covering his face.

"Charles? What's the matter?" Charles remained silent until Sawyer gently grabbed his face and shook it, effectively bringing him out of his stupor. Charles launched into action, whipping the clothes off as he ran toward his dresser. "Charles! What the hell is going on?"

"My father!" Charles replied, slipping his own pants up over his legs and grabbing for the nearest shirt. "He arrives today!" It was then Sawyer's turn to be horrified. He quickly followed suit, collecting his clothes off the floor where Charles had left them and rapidly changing into them. Just as he slipped his shirt over his head Nahia opened the door and stuck her head in, her face completely unsurprised at finding two men rushing clothes on in a bedroom together.

"Charles! The carriage is almost here! Hurry up!" She hissed, stepping all the way in and shutting the door with a faint click!

"Yes, I am aware, Nahia!" Charles spat in return, struggling with the many buttons of his jacket. "And I am doing my best to be there in time!" Finally, he secured the last button, and the three of them rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and outside into the cool afternoon air. Just as they finished arranging themselves on the front steps, Charles in the front, Nahia behind his left arm, and Sawyer behind his right, a golden carriage crested the hill and came to a stop at the door. The coachman hopped down to open the door, and a large man with a copper hair and a rather plain face stepped out, sporting an enormous crown. After him came a young man near to Sawyer's age, with the same flaming locks as his father. However, he was lucky enough to have received facial features which complimented his striking hair, and was as handsome a man as any of the watching girls could hope for. They were immediately identified as the king and Augustus, the younger of his two sons. Not the future king, of course, but still royalty, and still a bachelor. Both of their faces split in smiles, and their grins were identical to Charles' in every way.