Heir to the throne

The heavy **** of boredom dragging down your eye lids is slowly beginning to ease it’s hold on you. The brisk feeling of rain drops upon your inactive tailored nobels wear brings some feeling back into your body as you transition from the large stone structure towards the much smaller carriage.

“Come on it wasn’t that bad was it?” Says your long time childhood friend, and bastard son of the current monarch of France, Archibald Maximilian, as you follow behind him into the carriage and sigh in relief as you take a seat beside him.

“Would you rather I lie to you or tell you the truth?” You say as you raise an eyebrow and look at him. He simply lets off a short but meaningful laugh. “I’d rather none to be completely honest” he replies with a slight chirp in his voice.

“You know i’m not much for opera’s Archi” you reply as you start fumbling with your current attire.

“Well I can’t disagree with you on that” he says as he reaches over and grabs a large bottle of champagne before using it to fill two glasses.

“Remind me, what was this for again?” You ask acting completely oblivious before taking a glass out of his hand.

“Be nice. The fair Lousie is a long time family friend and a considerable partner for me” he says before before putting down the bottle.

“Well her rather large friend, Sarah wasn’t quite as fair as i’d hoped her to be” you say with a smirk causing Archi to let out a laugh.

“Well we can agree on that too” he adds on. After a second of dead silence, he peels his eyes away from the glass in his hand.

“A toast to good health and good women” he says raising his glass.

“Cheers” you follow on as you touch glasses and each take a big sip of fine champagne leaving only the sweet, yet tangy, taste of expensive **** in your mouth.