(AN: Erm... 'other' is just so I don't spoil the ending for you. This is just a very short- and hopefully funny- piece to make up for all the sad fic that's been going about lately. Enjoy!)
“My god, you are gorgeous,” Charles murmured. “Red is definitely your colour.”
The object of his affections simply looked at him, saying nothing.
He gazed back, taking in the tumbling mass of curls, the glittering eyes, the legs that seemed to go on forever.
“It’s no wonder they’re all chasing you. You really are rather fantastic.”
There was a quiet cough, and Charles realised that Sotherby had appeared in the doorway. It was just like him to turn up at such a moment. How inconvenient.
“Sire, the guests are expecting you.”
“Oh fine, I’m coming,” said Charles, and he finally turned away from the mirror.
Unprompted: Charles II/Other
“My god, you are gorgeous,” Charles murmured. “Red is definitely your colour.”
The object of his affections simply looked at him, saying nothing.
He gazed back, taking in the tumbling mass of curls, the glittering eyes, the legs that seemed to go on forever.
“It’s no wonder they’re all chasing you. You really are rather fantastic.”
There was a quiet cough, and Charles realised that Sotherby had appeared in the doorway. It was just like him to turn up at such a moment. How inconvenient.
“Sire, the guests are expecting you.”
“Oh fine, I’m coming,” said Charles, and he finally turned away from the mirror.