Charles was aware that his father worked the royal family of France. Painfully aware about that since his father Christophe was twice a week in France and that meant he wasn't home anymore. Plus it didn't even paid a lot, Charles was still living in his lost city in the country that he hated with nothing cool and his high school in the rich city of Dinard. There, he was living surrounded by rich people and he hated that so damn much. He was still popular because of his good looks with his green eyes, fluffy brown hair and slight beard. He was attractive and he knew it so he played with that. But since a few days, Charles' life was a new hell. The French monarchy had been attacked, hitmen trying to kill the prince of France Pierre Gasly. But who else could have saved Pierre if not Charles' father. And then, Pierre needed to be fucking hide. Where else than a lost place in France ? So obviously, Christophe said he would take Pierre in his home. Now, Charles was forced to share his room with Pierre and his clothes. Everything without forgetting his shampoos. Charles hated this situation and he took everything out on Pierre because the prince was so fucking annoying with his knowledge of 7 differents languages and his knowledge in everything. He was just stuck up in the ass. It was the end of the week-end only and Charles was so annoyed. And tomorrow, he was going to show him the school. Already hell in Charles' mind. He couldn't for Pierre to come back to the throne and live Charles' normal life.