Once there, he slammed the door, and throwing his clothes on the floor, he peered at himself in the mirror. There on his shoulder standing out unmistakably were a series of small bruises and bites.
Sotherby closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands as the enormity of what had happened dawned on him. He had slept with someone else, he had been unfaithful to his beloved Charles and worse there was evidence to show it. What was he to do? And why didn’t he remember more about how it had happened?
“Sothers” there was a banging on the door. Charles! “Sothers are you up?”
“I am not yet decent sire” called Sothers his voice shaking
“Decent? Sothers it’s me!”
“I know sire but I must ask you to wait”
“Oh Sothers” Charles flung into the room “don’t be silly and...”
He stopped, staring at Sotherby and in particular his shoulder. He looked at Sotherby, the hurt washing across his face turning it into a white mask.
“Well well Sothers, no wonder I couldn’t find you last night” Charles aimed for nonchalance but inside he felt like he’d been speared with a thousand swords. Sothers, HIS Sothers had been with someone else.
Sotherby couldn’t meet his eyes confirming all of Charles worst fears. Unbidden he felt tears pricking at his eyes. It just went to show he thought that he couldn’t trust anyone, not even Sotherby.
“I hope they were good Sothers”, Charles tried to continue his casual manner but his voice broke when he said Sothers name and a half sob forced himself out of his throat
“Sire” Sotherby reached out
“Don’t Sotherby, just don’t” and giving Sothers one last wounded look he turned on his heel and left.
Sothers dropped his head in his hands and began to cry.
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Fill 2b/4 Your Advisor - Louis XIV, Charles II and Sotherby PG Warning Dub Con
Date: 2011-11-06 02:00 pm (UTC)Sotherby closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands as the enormity of what had happened dawned on him. He had slept with someone else, he had been unfaithful to his beloved Charles and worse there was evidence to show it. What was he to do? And why didn’t he remember more about how it had happened?
“Sothers” there was a banging on the door. Charles! “Sothers are you up?”
“I am not yet decent sire” called Sothers his voice shaking
“Decent? Sothers it’s me!”
“I know sire but I must ask you to wait”
“Oh Sothers” Charles flung into the room “don’t be silly and...”
He stopped, staring at Sotherby and in particular his shoulder. He looked at Sotherby, the hurt washing across his face turning it into a white mask.
“Well well Sothers, no wonder I couldn’t find you last night” Charles aimed for nonchalance but inside he felt like he’d been speared with a thousand swords. Sothers, HIS Sothers had been with someone else.
Sotherby couldn’t meet his eyes confirming all of Charles worst fears. Unbidden he felt tears pricking at his eyes. It just went to show he thought that he couldn’t trust anyone, not even Sotherby.
“I hope they were good Sothers”, Charles tried to continue his casual manner but his voice broke when he said Sothers name and a half sob forced himself out of his throat
“Sire” Sotherby reached out
“Don’t Sotherby, just don’t” and giving Sothers one last wounded look he turned on his heel and left.
Sothers dropped his head in his hands and began to cry.