Charles was getting tired of this tournaments. Not because of the lack of actions or the knights. No, he just despised his husband's comments about how he could beat the knights easily. Charles knew very well that Aaron actually never touched a weapon since he was born. He was just the son of a duke too cocky for his own good. Charles' attention was elsewhere, Aaron saying "Ush, I could beat this knight very well ! You know ? The one you are thirsting around." Lies and slanders, Charles wasn't thirsting on the knight who always fight so well and who had a french accent that made Charles swoon ... nor about his foreamrs or ... Okay, maybe Charles was. He was just hopping that the knight win the tournament because like that, the prince would see his face. Oh he was sure that the man had a really pretty face. So Charles watched amazed fights after fights and frowned when his husband entered the fight, trying to take down Charles' knight. Who the hell did he think he was ? But really quickly, Aaron was humiliated and divored with Charles in the way. Charles wasn't going to be the one who complain. He ran to the knight and said "I need to see the face of the victor." Charles smiled, clenching his hand around a bowl of water.