Cold Rooms
Charles bowed gracefully before the King in the cold, damp room. Henry had not even bothered to have a fire lit in the hearth. The Duke took this is a symbolic gesture, meaning this encounter would not be pleasant, just as Anne had feared.
"Please, have a seat my friend" Henry smiled wryly.
Charles obliged and nodded.
"I believe you're enjoying your time at court…and your new title" the King stated.
The Duke smiled politely "your majesty is very gracious and I owe you a great deal"
"I'm glad to hear that" said Henry, as he bit into an apple. "I have an assignment for you"
Charles tilted his head, acting surprised by the King's request. "Yes?"
"I would like you to go to France to talk with King Francis. Perhaps we can persuade him to join our alliance once more and avoid a war" Henry almost glared as he spoke.
"I will do as your majesty wishes. I'm sure that he would also like to avoid a war" Charles stated.
Henry rose from his chair, prompting Charles to follow suit.
"Good. It's settled then" he grinned.
Charles bowed and turned to leave.
"Oh and Charles?" the King stopped his retreat.
He turned. "Yes?"
"Don't come back until it's done…one way or another" Henry stared coldly at his long-time friend.
Charles took another small bow and left quickly, sighing heavily once he was alone.
He then made his way to his chambers and wrote a quick note to Anne and gave it to his most-trusted of couriers.
