Phillip screamed. Francis Drake had destroyed his armada.

"How many ships did we lose to that bastard Drake?" he ground out. The advisors blinked. They hated it when he King went on one of his rampages.

"Sire." The only man experienced enough to withstand the King's rage appeared. The advisors fled the room, almost sighing in relief. He walked toward Phillip with practised ease.

"What is left of the ships?" Phillip spat. "What the hell happened out there?" The aide shook his head.

"I'm not sure, sire. We lost a lot of men." Phillip slammed his hand down on the glass table with enough force to break it. Phillip cursed and looked at his hand, which was now bright red. The aide rushed forward with a handkerchief and gently grabbed Phillip's hand. He wiped away most of the blood and a few shards of glass. Phillip brought his uninjured hand up to stroke his aide's face as an advisor brought some bandages. The aide bandaged his hand and left the room.

Later that evening, Phillip knocked on his aide's door before being beckoned inside. Phillip wasn't wearing his crown or anything that would state that these men were of different rank. When they were alone, Phillip hated pulling rank. He settled next to his aide, who was reading as book as usual. He gave Phillip a quick kiss before turning his attention back on the book. Phillip basked in the silence. He sighed and looked down at his hands.

"Yes? Do you want to talk?" the aide asked. Phillip suppressed an admiring smile.

"I do actually, should I send another armada?" The aide sighed and thought about it for a moment.

"It may go wrong, as it has the last few times. I feel like it is a bad idea, personally." he smiled slightly and dropped his head onto Phillip's shoulder. Phillip loved these moments, curling up with the one person he loved without worrying about trivial things like rank or protocol. It was only them. Phillip stayed for a bit longer then went back to his own bedroom.

The next day in court, Phillip made a decision not to send another armada to attack Britain. The loyal aide smiled covertly, knowing it was because of him that many Spanish lives had been saved.