The king sat on the soft fabrics of his sofa. Wearing regal clothes fit for the king of France, his curly long white hair gently waved as he moved his. His amethyst eyes stared down at the piece of strawberry cake, taking a small sip of his wine. "Don't mind if I do..~" Bourbon giggled. His aura is filled with arrogance and extravagance, fit for such beauty he was.

Bourbon placed his wine glass on the table, taking the small plate of cake, holding the fork with carefulness. His hands were soft and his skin was pale. He took a small bite, which was filled with sweetness. "Mm~ Get me more of this, chéri," Bourbon ordered his personal servant.