Roma, 1872

All his life, Charles knew he was il predestinato. The Prince of Italy and the futur of the nation. His parents always told him that when they'll retire he'll have to find a wife and make heirs. Which at first was disgusting for him. And then he realized that he didn't want to marry a woman at all. Charles, realized that he just wanted to be just like Alexander, his best friend, who had a secret relationship with the prince of the United Kingdom, George Russell. But the day came when his father died and his mother let him the throne. Too soon. Too sad. Too ... much. But he obeyed and convocked all the princesses he knew, including the princess of France Charlotte, of Portugal Kika or Spain Carmen. Literally everyone. Often, the princesses came with their brothers and the court. And well, Charlotte came with her brother the Prince of France : Pierre. And clearly the most stunning person Charles had ever seen. He fell in love right here and then even tho he couldn't because Pierre was a man.

Everytime Charles was seeing the fluffy brown hair or Icelandic blue eyes of Pierre, he was blushing and quickly everyone thought it was because he was falling in love with Charlotte which wasn't the truth. He was falling in love with her brother. Lewis, his guard, quickly understood that and was smiling when he saw Charles starring at Pierre once again. Lewis said "Close your mouth. I know his bodyguard Nico and even tho I hate him, perhaps I can do something." He sighed and was ready to make this sacrifice of talking with his ex for Charles. Charles looked up "Could you do that ?" He asked and nodded happily. "Please do." He closed his mouth.