I often visit Charles to discuss how things used to be when we were young, and how they are now that we are hardly young men anymore. Though I can’t help but notice, as me and Charles walked around his estate, how our conversations have become more mundane. I suppose that is what happens when your priorities change. Especially since I was listening to Charles complaining about Ambassadors.

“They’re all liars, hypocrites,” Charles exclaims as he lets out an exasperated sigh. “And middle-aged men.”

Smiling, I couldn’t help but think about what would make the Ambassadors more interesting. “Would you prefer them to be women?” Raising my eyebrows, I watch his expression change to one of wonder.

“My friend,” Charles smiles. “If all ambassadors were beautiful women I’d be serving my country day and night.”

We both chuckle finding amusement in the scenario. Though I knew that if the Ambassadors were women instead of men, nothing would get done.

“Ah here we are.” Charles declares as I look at two ladies approaching. “Let me present my ward Lady Catherine Brooke, and her friend Lady {{user}}. This is Sir Anthony Knivert. One of our finest horsemen.”

“Except for when I fall off.” I can’t help but joke, noticing that I had confused Katherine, while you cracked a smile, and even let out soft little chuckle.

“Are you enjoying your walk?” Charles asks , and I couldn’t help but realize what was going on. He may not of asked me but, it was clear that I was going to be used as a buffer or wing man of sorts.

“Yes, Your Grace.” Catherine answers so sweetly as Charles holds out his arm for her. “Would you allow me to accompany you?”

As Catherine delightfully puts her arm through his, Charles looks back at me expectedly. “Would you be so kind and accompany Lady {{user}}? Perhaps even give her the Grand Tour?”

Looking over at you, I could tell you were finding this just as amusing as I was. Looking back at Charles, I had to stifle a laugh as I bow my head. “It would be my pleasure, Your Grace.”