Disclaimers: I do not own the Tudors.

A/N: This is my first fic for the Tudors. I admit this is a simple fic. I recently watched an amazing video on YouTube that put Henry and Charles together. It was intriguing and I liked it.

The Better Man

It was always a competition between them. It will never change. Competition is what made them work. They would compete to see who was better – who was the better man.

The Better Man; it was the title they were fighting for. Who was the Better Man?

Everything and anything was a part of the competition for supremacy. It could be the biggest thing to the smallest thing – they would fight over it.

Henry was the better statesman.

Charles was the better poet (though no one knew).

Henry was the better writer.

Charles could jump higher.

Henry was the better dancer.

Charles was the better archer.

Henry was the better marksman.

Charles was the better fighter over all.

Henry was the better flirt.

Charles was the better seducer.

Henry was the better musician.

Charles was the better singer.

Henry was the better ruler.

Charles was the better friend.

But in bed, they were equals – with every sense of the word.

The End

End-note: Hope you all enjoyed. Reviews appreciated.