Another universe, year 1567.

Charles knew he was the prince of Monaco and he really loved it. Like it was super cool and all because he had people taking care of him and he could learn everything he wanted. Plus he had invisibility power which was very cool. But sometimes, Charles had the idea that he was just the prince for a lot of people. The only persons he had links with were his bodyguard Sebastian Vettel and his best friend Lando Norris. That was all. Sometimes he just hoped that someone would love him, no matter who it was. Someone who saw him as something else than just a prince.

So what a stab in the back it had been when Sebastian annonced that he was going to retire and that he chose a french bodyguard called Pierre that had protected the prince George Russell during years.

Charles didn't know if he could trust him. Everyone here could stab him in the back and he could do nothing to prevent that appart staying closed on himself. So he was going to do that with Pierre. No matter how pretty Pierre was with his Icelandic blue eyes and his fluffy brown hair.

Three months after Pierre introduction, Charles still haven't talked openly to his bodyguard that could control the light and the darkness. Charles was sipping a cup of tea since he hated coffee with all his soul and he was reading a book, trying to make the objects around him disappear. "Fuck." He said when he disappeared instead for the 7 times in the last hour.