hhanon | Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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Turning back into the castle, Sothers makes his way for Catherine's room. He explains to her the state her husband is in, and recommends a visit.
"Certainly Sothers, thank you for coming for me," she says quietly, eyes watering. Together they make their way back to Charles and he allows her private time with the king. Meanwhile, he searches the place for the kings other family, his children. Some of them cry, some stay straight faced and some bring things. By the time everyone's been to see him it's almost morning again. Sothers hasn't had any sleep, and Charles doesn't look like he has either. His breathing is shallow, his face drawn and sickly pale, cold hands shaking on the bed covers. Sothers knows he's been sleeping most of the day, so this can't be right. He sits by his king; his Charles. Charles smiles up at him.

"Sothers... You look awful... Haven't you slept?" he asks, taking frighteningly long pauses between words. Yet he still cracks a smile at his loyal young advisor. The smile is catching, and Sothers finds himself smiling back. He opens his mouth to reply with a sarcastic comment, like he normally would. Instead, it starts a flood of tears. Charles looks a little shocked and takes his hand and pats it. His voice takes on a quieter tone.
"Sothers, I know I don't have that long... Please don't cry. I want to remember you happy."
Sothers looks up through teary eyes and wipes furiously at them with his sleeve.
"S-sorry Sire... I just..."
"You've had a hard night Sothers. I appreciate... what you've done... you didn't have to do anything... And you... You handled... It all so well," he says, his voice almost a whisper now. There's a soft knock at the door. Charles nods to Sothers.
"Could you get that please?"
Wiping again at his face, Sothers pushes through the heavy door. One of the servants stands in the doorway, wringing his hands together. Sothers recognises him.
"Williams?" the young man bows his head.
"Yes, sir! I, well we in kitchen, thought that... We wanted to give you, and his Majesty, this," and he holds out an old looking bottle of champagne. Sothers chuckles slightly, making Williams smile.
"It's the Kings favourite," Sothers notes, taking from him.
"We know he's... Unwell. We thought we'd... Yeah. Tell him that all of us are thinking of him," the man bows his head again and spins on his heels before Sothers can refuse. Sothers makes his way back into the room.

Charles has closed his eyes now, but as Sothers makes his way closer, they creep open. His eyes light at the bottle in his hand.
"Who... Was that?" he asks watching Sother make his way over.
"Williams, from the kitchen. They're all thinking of you down there," Sothers says softly as he sits back down. He's picked up two glasses that the king keeps in his room 'in case of emergencies'. He half fills the glasses, not trusting Charles' shaking hand.
"Cheers, Sothers," he nods. They both finish their glasses in silence. Charles lies his head back, closing his eyes.
"... Sothers?" Sothers looks up from his glass.
"Yes, sire?"
"Call me... Charles," he says with a limp wave of his hand.
"Yes. Charles?"
"I don't... If I..." the glass in his hand shakes as he speaks. Sothers looks at his face, only to see the tears on the kings face.
"I... I love you Sothers."

The glass drops to the floor, shattering into tiny shards over Sothers' feet.
"Charles!" his own glass joins the kings as he reaches for Charles. He catches the kings hand, standing over him.
"I love you too."
Heart thudding, he does the only thing that makes any sense. He kisses the king, soft and gentle. He says it again and again agains his lips. His heart is ready to burst through his chest; he can't die! Then suddenly a hand meets his. Pulling away, he can hardly see for tears. Charles' big brown eyes look up at him.
"What?!" Sothers yelps out loud.
"Don't look at me, I don't know how you did it," Charles grins.
"I-I-I-" Sothers mumbles. Charles pulls him back down, their noses touching.
"How has this-Why-I don't understand!" Charles shushes him with a kiss.
"I have no idea what happened. But," he says, grinning up at the confused man hovering above him.
"It got you, and I, to admit something. And..." Sothers smiles back, grabbing the left over champagne from the dresser.
"It gives us a reason to celebrate."

The next morning, Sothers writes a letter to the doctor, telling him Charles has recovered. 'It must have been one of those small-but-powerful colds' he says by way of explanation. He uses the same excuse down in the kitchen, thanking them warmly for the drink. Catherine, along with the rest of Charles' family are left a tad confused, but mostly glad that he pulled through. Charles stays in bed for another day, 'recovering' and strangely enough, neither he nor Sothers get any work done.

ageageagfaf So sweet and lovely and romantic and SOTHERS and yes. <33333 I loved it!

Anon - Glad you liked it :D I was kinda worried it ended too fast but thank you!

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

Re: Charles II/Sotherby, True love's first kiss [2a/2]

Re: Charles II/Sotherby, True love's first kiss [2b/2]

OP

Re: OP