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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.
From: (Anonymous)
Louis did not envy Charles many things. He certainly hadn’t envied him his life lived in exile, toiling round the courts of Europe begging for help, he didn’t envy him his country – ghastly place with terrible food and worse weather and he certainly didn’t envy him his wife.

He did however envy him Sotherby. The French court was a nest of vipers and he’d grown up watching first Richelieu and then Mazarin rule over his parents. Louis had sworn he would rule alone and he did. Charles however had his loyal Sotherby, devoted, intelligent, hard working Sotherby, - and not only that but the man looked like a god and was, uniquely, completely unaware of how attractive he was.

Louis looked him up and down from behind his mask. Firm jaw line, soft lips, broad shoulders, strong thighs and, Louis was willing to bet, a very solid cock.

“More wine Sothers?”

“I think not your...Charles; I wouldn’t want to forget myself”

Louis laughed merrily “oh Sothers, surely everyone is allowed to forget themselves once in a while, even you”

“Well maybe just one more then”

Louis smiled and handed Sothers another glass of wine not noticing the powder Louis slipped into the glass beforehand.

Where was Sothers Charles wondered, he hadn’t seen him for ages. The ball had been in full swing for several hours but Sothers was nowhere to be found. He shrugged, poor Sothers had probably gone to bed to get a much needed but rarely obtained early night. Strange he hadn’t said good night though...



Sothers slowly woke up. God his HEAD, this was why he didn’t drink. Who wanted to wake up feeling like this? He couldn’t remember much about last night, just lights and dancing and wine and...

Oh yes! He remembered some other things. Hot skin, frantic kisses, licking and sucking, groaning, a mouth on his cock, legs round his waist. He smiled. Obviously Charles had come to bed with him last night. He turned over to smile at the familiar face on the pillow next to him – and got the shock of his life. There next to him was not Charles but Louis!

Sotherby let out an involuntary gasp which he stifled with his hand. Louis! He had slept with Louis? He put his head in his hands. He’d betrayed his King with another man – and that man the King of France,

Charles own cousin. Trembling he eased himself out of bed as Louis began to stir.

“Sothers” he purred

“Sire” spluttered Sotherby trying to gather is clothes “I must beg your leave to return to my room”

“Oh” pouted Louis looking so much like Charles it was uncanny “I thought we could carry on where we left off”

“I err no sire”

“No?” Louis quirked his eyebrow “you were willing enough last night”

“I...I...”

“Oh just go then. Run back to Charles” and Louis pulled the pillow over his head.

Sotherby gathered his clothes together as best he could and fled back to his room.

From: (Anonymous)
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.
From: (Anonymous)
You seem somewhat distrait this morning cousin” said Louis “and I don’t see the delightful and loyal Lord Sotherby anywhere. Is he indisposed?”

“No he is busy elsewhere” said Charles shortly. He didn’t want to talk, to even think about Sothers. He’s spent the last 2 hours weeping in his room, sending all his attendants away as he tried to come to terms with Sotherby’s betrayal.

“Pity” said Louis casually “he really was the most splendid company last night”

Charles stared at him “what?”

Louis seemed unaware of the change of atmosphere

“Yes we had great fun. I mean obviously he thought I was you, oh and I did use a drug newly arrived from the Indies to ensure things went well, but yes he was splendid.”

Charles stared at him wordlessly, the colour fleeing from his face

“YOU slept with Sothers?”

“Why yes”

“And you drugged him so he’d think it was me?”

“Well yes cousin, obviously he wouldn’t have done it otherwise”

Charles felt a wave of anger well up inside him that was so overwhelming he thought he would choke. His wonderful, loyal, loving Sothers had been cruelly deceived and used by Louis – and he wasn’t even remotely concerned about the hurt he had caused.

“If you were not my cousin Louis, I would kill you for this” said Charles in a low menacing voice, tight with anger and loathing.

Louis looked at him in surprise “and if you were not my cousin, you would be dead where you sit for saying it”

Charles pushed his chair back and got up “I think I should retire before something happens I regret”

“honestly Charles, you are completely over reacting, he is just a servant at the end of the day”

“he is far more than that to me Louis”

“so I have heard it said” sneered Louis “his talents seem to go far beyond “advising, and after last night I would agree”

“I do not wish to hear this” Charles turned to go

Louis stood up and glared at him “he enjoyed it you know”

“What?” Charles advanced on him

“He moaned like a whore when I sucked his cock”

Charles whole body tightened and his hand went to his sword hilt, he leaned his face close to Louis “not one more word” he said softly “or I swear to God I will run you through where you stand and consider my death worth it”

Louis tried to look indifferent but Charles could tell he was shocked. He bowed ironically to Louis and left the room. He needed to find Sothers.
From: (Anonymous)
“Sothers” he knocked on the door, silence.

He put his ear to the door; he could hear faint sounds of weeping

“Sothers let me in”

Charles banged loudly on the door

“Sotherby this is your King speaking. OPEN THIS DOOR”

There was silence and then the sound of bolts being drawn back.

Charles entered the room. Sothers was sat slumped facing away from him, his shoulders heaving spasmodically, more bruises visible on his neck and scratches on his back and shoulders. Charles felt his anger return again.

How dare Louis do this to him and to Sotherby.

“Sothers”

There was no answer

“Sothers look at me”

There was a choked noise “I cannot Sire”

Charles sighed and walked across the room, laying a hand on Sotherby’s shoulder, turning him round to face him. Sotherby’s face was tear stained, his eyes red and swollen, he didn’t meet Charles eye but stared at the floor.

“oh Sothers” said Charles softly his heart wrung with pity

“I do not deserve your pity Sire” said Sotherby “I have betrayed you, I have..I have...” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words

“you have slept with Louis” finished Charles for him.

Sotherby stared at him “how do you know?”

“Louis told me” Charles face twisted in anger “he drugged you Sothers, that’s why you don’t remember, he told me he knew you’d never sleep with him willingly, so...he drugged you”

Charles watched as a range of emotions swept across Sotherby’s face, disbelief, anger, and sorrow.

“drugged.....”

Charles knelt down and took Sothers cold hands in his own “it’s not your fault Sothers, you were not yourself, you couldn’t have done anything to stop him”

“I..”

“oh Sothers” Charles pulled him into his arms “if I could turn back the clock for you I would but I can’t, but it doesn’t matter to me what happened with Louis”

Sothers clung to him “it matters to me Charles”

“I know Sothers, I know but what I mean is, it doesn’t change how I feel about you”

Sotherby rested his head on Charles shoulder, “I do not see how you can feel the same Charles knowing what I did” he said his voice muffled.

"but it wasn't you Sothers don't you see? not the real you"

Sothers whimpered softly

“Sothers” Charles stroked his hair “what if I took you to bed? Would that prove to you that for me nothing has changed?”

Sotherby raised his face from Charles shoulder and rested his forehead against Charles, his eyes closed.

“yes Sire”

Charles held out his hand "come with me then" and Sotherby took his hand
From: (Anonymous)
… wow. That was... WONDERFUL!
The party, the party decorations where lovely, and really awesome. And Louis and Charles interactions in part I, lovely, just like one would thought they would be (according to HH atleast).

“do you think I could have a stream at my next ball?

“if it pleases your majesty” sighed Sotherby knowing full well whose job it would be to organise that


Haha, this made me snort, really funny! :D

And then. Evil Louis being evil... really really well done. And his way of being evil, his remarks to Sotherby “you were willing enough last night” and then to Charles, ah lovely.

Oh and hurt Sothers is adorable. And Charles making love to him to prove that he doesn't care. Naw. <3
From: (Anonymous)
thank you very much for the lovely comments. Am so glad you liked it

I don't think my description even begins to do justice to some of the balls at Versailles - reading about them, they sound amazing

Evil Louis - well Louis XIV does rank near the top of my least favourite French monarchs poll ;)

Hurt Sotherby is just too damn easy to write - honest, upright people are always the least able to see, or deal with, duplicity (reminds self Sotherby is NOT REAL)

and I wanted Charles to get all alpha about it - don't mess with Sothers or you'll have Charles to deal with!
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
Heya :)

Just to check for archiving purposes - was this to be in reply to a prompt, or is it an umprompted fic? :)
From: (Anonymous)
*facepalm* I did it again. Forget to do a fills linky. so sorry hon

it's an unprompted fic
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
That's fine, just thought I should check first :)

Archived now! :D

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