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The car rolled through the winding lanes, sunlight breaking through the trees in gentle patches. The air outside was fresh and sweet, the kind that carried the smell of earth and flowers.

Lewis sat with his fingers laced through Charles’, his head resting against the window as the countryside stretched out around them. "It’s quiet here," he murmured.

"That’s the point," Charles replied, a smile in his voice. "No media, no city noise. Just us."

They had both loved the idea from the start. London was too tied to duty. Monaco, while beautiful, was small and watched from every angle. France had been the perfect compromise. Close enough to both of their families, but tucked far enough away to give them space.

When the driveway finally opened up, Lewis breath caught. The estate was something out of a dream. A long gravel path, lined with ancient oaks, led to the old stone house that stood in quiet elegance. Ivy climbed its walls, the windows warm and inviting even in daylight. Off in the distance, the land rolled out in soft green waves broken by gardens, orchards, and a small stable.

Charles squeezed his hand. "Welcome home."

They stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound. A light breeze carried the scent of lavender from the gardens. The front door was heavy oak, worn smooth by time, and it creaked softly as Charles pushed it open.

Inside, the air was cool and carried a faint scent of wood and herbs. Sunlight filtered through wide windows, pooling across polished floors.

They began to explore together. The first stop was the library, where tall shelves reached almost to the ceiling. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden light. Lewis trailed his fingers along the spines of the books, his lips curling in a smile. "This could be my favorite room."

"Not even the kitchen?" Charles teased.

They moved on, finding the kitchen bright and airy, with wide windows overlooking the garden. "Actually… this might be my favorite," Lewis admitted. He could already imagine slow mornings here, making breakfast with the doors open to the summer air.

They climbed the stairs, finding a smaller room tucked near the landing. Charles stopped and gestured inside. "This could be my office."

Lewis peered in, then pointed to the room next to it. "And this could be mine. Somewhere to write, somewhere for your paperwork. And if we need each other, we’re just a wall apart."

Charles laughed softly. "We’d never get anything done."

In the main bedroom, tall doors opened onto a balcony with a sweeping view of the fields. Lewis stepped outside, resting his hands on the railing. "I want to wake up to this every day."

"That’s exactly why we’re here," Charles said, joining him.

They wandered out to the stables next, where two curious horses lifted their heads to watch them approach. Lewis stroked the nearest one nose, his smile soft. "They’re beautiful. Do you think they’ll like me?"

"They’ll love you," Charles said easily. "Everyone does."

By the time the sun began to set, they had seen every corner of the house. They set a small table outside and shared a simple dinner they had picked up from the village earlier. The garden glowed in the fading light, fireflies beginning to flicker at the edges of the hedges.

Lewis leaned back in his chair, the glass of wine in his hand catching the last rays of gold. "It already feels like ours," he said quietly.

Charles reached across the table, his fingers brushing Lewis’s. "That’s because it is."

When night finally settled in, they found themselves in the bedroom, the windows open to the cool summer air. The land outside was silent except for the distant sound of an owl.

Lewis curled against Charles under the soft weight of the blankets. "I think we made the right choice," he whispered.

Charles kissed his hair. “I know we did.”

It was their first night here. The first of forever.

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The sun had fully set hours ago. Outside, the sky was a deep velvet sprinkled with stars. The garden beyond the tall windows was quiet, shadows stretching across the manicured lawns.

Inside their home, the fire flickered softly in the hearth, casting a golden glow over the room.

Charles and Lewis sat side by side on the plush sofa. Charles' arm rested lightly around Lewis shoulders, pulling him close just enough to feel the warmth of his body. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the gentle crackling of the fire and the distant hoot of an owl.

They had spent the day unpacking books and arranging the library. Now the stillness wrapped around them like a soft blanket. Lewis rested his head against Charles chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Charles knee.

Charles could feel Lewis' steady breath and the faint rise and fall of his chest. The rhythm was soothing, familiar. A quiet reminder that they were here, together, building their life.

Charles tightened his hold just a little and smiled down at Lewis. "You look peaceful."

Lewis lifted his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I feel peaceful."

The corner of Charles mouth curved up. "It suits you."

They sat in companionable silence, the kind that only grows between two people who have shared so much.

Suddenly, Lewis' hand stilled on Charles knee. He pulled back just enough to look up at Charles with eyes wide and shining in the firelight.

Without warning, he said it.

"I love you."

The words fell softly, like a gentle breeze. Charles' breath caught. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

Lewis gaze searched Charles face, vulnerable and honest.

"I love you," he repeated, more steady now, as if saying it once was not enough.

Charles eyes filled with tears, his heart swelling with a joy so deep it felt like it might break him open.

He reached up, brushing his fingers across Lewis cheek. "Hearing you say that… it means more than I can put into words."

For months, Charles had wanted to hear those words. He knew Lewis loved him, of course. His every touch, every look said it. But Lewis had never said it aloud. Not once.

Lewis own eyes glistened with tears. "I’ve carried those words in my heart for so long. I was afraid to say them out loud."

"Afraid of what?" Charles asked softly.

"Afraid it would change everything. Afraid that once said, there was no turning back."

Charles smiled through his tears. "But love changes everything in the best way."

Lewis leaned into Charles touch, a soft sigh escaping him. "I don’t want to keep it inside anymore. I want you to hear it every day."

Charles pressed a kiss to Lewis’s temple. "And I promise I will never stop loving you. Every day, all my days."

They wrapped themselves around each other, the firelight flickering across their faces. Their hearts beat in quiet harmony, no longer just silent feelings but spoken truths.

The world outside was dark and still. Inside, love was alive and shining bright.

Charles rested his forehead against Lewis. "You have made my life a thousand times better."

Lewis smiled through his tears. "And you have made me brave."

They stayed like that, holding each other close, letting the weight of their words settle between them like a beautiful secret shared only by two.

As the fire burned low, Charles took Lewis hand and stood, pulling him gently to his feet. They moved toward their bedroom, the warmth of the night following them like a soft whisper.

Charles closed the door behind them and pulled Lewis close once more.

"I love you," Charles said quietly.

"I love you," Lewis replied.

And in the quiet darkness, wrapped in each other's arms, they found home.

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The estate buzzed quietly as the first guests arrived. Charles held Lewis’ hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles.

"Mon amour, they are early," he murmured.

Lewis leaned against him lightly. "It is fine, my love. I enjoy seeing everyone excited for us."

Sebastian Vettel stepped out of his car first, pulling both Charles and Lewis into a quick hug. "Duke of Hesse reporting," he said with a grin.

Charles chuckled, resting a hand on Lewis’ back. "Always so punctual," he said softly.

Lewis laughed. "And always so charming."

Lando Norris arrived with Oscar Piastri trailing behind. They walked into a flurry of teasing.

“Ah, so this is the mysterious plus one,” Sebastian said with a smirk.

Lando flushed. “We are just seeing each other, okay? Early days.” Oscar simply smiled, calm and confident.

Charles leaned close to Lewis. “Mon trésor, he is brave,” he whispered.

Lewis smiled. “Indeed, my love. He handles it well.”

Alexander Albon, Marquess of Cambridge, entered quietly, nodding politely at everyone. Daniel Ricciardo, Earl of Perth, followed, laughing loudly. Max Verstappen arrived last, scanning the room until he found Charles and Lewis.

“Ah, finally, I see my favorite pair,” he said teasingly.

Charles smiled and rested a hand on Lewis’ shoulder. “Mon amour, he is direct,” he murmured.

Lewis laughed softly. “And I adore it.”

Charles’ family arrived next. His parents, Prince Valentin Leclerc and Princess Isabelle Leclerc greeted Lewis warmly and embraced Charles. Prince Julien Leclerc, his brother and his wife, Princess Amélie chatted politely. Princess Élodie clung shyly to her mother.

Charles squeezed Lewis’ hand gently. “Mon trésor, our family really likes you.”

Lewis blushed. “And I like them too, my love.”

Lewis’ family followed closely behind. King Emmet Hamilton, his brother shook hands with Charles before hugging Lewis. Lewis' brother in law, Prince Henry Hamilton bowed politely. Theodore and Frederick, the nephews whispered to each other while admiring the estate. George William Russel, Duke of Kent, nodded calmly to everyone.

“All eyes on us, my love.” Lewis leaned close to Charles.

Charles smiled, brushing a kiss across his temple. “They are admiring what is ours, mon amour.”

The main hall quickly filled with chatter and laughter. Charles led Lewis through the room, introducing friends and family. Conversations flowed easily. Lewis found himself balancing greetings and small talk, but Charles stayed close.

“Do you want some wine, mon amour?” Charles asked softly.

“Yes, sweetheart, thank you,” Lewis replied.

In the corner, Lando and Oscar were still the center of teasing.

“Honestly, Norris, can you tell us when it is serious?” Daniel laughed.

Lando groaned. “I said it’s early. We are just getting to know each other.” Oscar merely sipped his drink, calm and confident.

Sebastian nudged Lando. “It is fine, Norris. Love is love.”

Charles chuckled softly. “Mon amour, they are relentless.”

“Let them tease, my love. It is amusing.” Lewis grinned.

By the garden, some guests wandered outside to admire the view. The Provence sunset painted the fields golden.

Charles wrapped his arms around Lewis from behind. “Mon amour, it is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Lewis leaned back against him. “Yes, husband. Perfect.”

Charles brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. “Just like this moment.”

Lewis laughed softly. “And us, mon amour.”

Dinner was served in small groups. Plates were passed around with ease. Laughter filled the air. Charles and Lewis moved together, introducing guests and listening to stories. Max teased about the dessert while Daniel laughed at Alexander’s joke. Lando tried to act nonchalant, but the teasing over Oscar continued.

Charles whispered in Lewis’ ear. “Mon trésor, they enjoy this more than us.”

Lewis grinned. “Perhaps, my love. But I like seeing you smile.”

Small clusters of people gathered by the fireplace. Sebastian recounted a story from a diplomatic gala, making everyone laugh. Oscar quietly complimented the estate’s interior, earning a surprised smile from Charles.

Charles pulled Lewis aside onto the balcony. The stars were bright overhead, the night breeze carrying the scent of herbs.

“Mon amour, are you enjoying our first party here?”

Lewis smiled softly. “Yes, sweetheart. It feels like home already.”

“You make it home, Lewis.” Charles brushed a gentle kiss across his lips.

“And you, my love, make me feel safe.” Lewis rested his head on Charles’ chest.

As the night went on, guests began to leave. Everyone hugged Charles and Lewis warmly. Lando and Oscar shared a quiet smile, the teasing softening.

Max nodded. “See you two soon. Keep us invited.”

Daniel waved. “We must come back for another wine tasting.”

Alexander smiled. “It is a lovely home.”

Sebastian bowed with a grin. “Congratulations, again.”

Charles wrapped Lewis’ hand in his. “Mon amour, our home has been blessed tonight.”

Lewis squeezed back. “Indeed, Charlie. Blessed and full of laughter.”

Once the last guest departed, the estate was quiet again. Charles led Lewis inside, brushing a kiss along his cheek. They walked to the bedroom together, hands intertwined, hearts light, and full of joy.

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Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. Charles woke first, feeling Lewis' steady breath beside him. He reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Lewis' face. The faint scent of Lewis' omega heat filled the air.

Lewis stirred and opened his eyes. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

Charles smiled and pressed a light kiss to Lewis’s temple. "Good morning, darling."

They lingered in each others arms, savoring the quiet. The world outside could wait.

Lewis slipped out of bed first and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Charles followed, still yawning but smiling.

The morning air was fresh with the scent of lavender and dew from the garden. Lewis began brewing coffee while Charles opened the windows wide.

Charles took a mug and leaned against the counter. "You smell like spring."

Lewis laughed softly. "You always find a way to charm me, husband."

Breakfast was simple but perfect. Fresh croissants, honey from a local beekeeper, and fruit from their orchard. They ate slowly, fingers brushing under the table.

After breakfast, Charles settled in his study to work on some charity correspondence. Lewis stepped out into the garden, running his hands over the roses and herbs. The earth grounded him, soothing his omega soul.

Charles joined him after a time. They stood close, Charles’s hand resting lightly on Lewis' waist.

"How is the garden today?" Charles asked.

"Thriving," Lewis smiled, looking up at him. "Now that you're here."

Later, they prepared for their afternoon ride. Lewis led the way to the stables, already mounting his favorite horse with ease. Charles followed, his own horse eager beneath him.

They rode through the rolling fields, wind tousling their hair. Lewis' laughter rang out when Charles suggested a gentle race. Charles caught up easily, and they rode side by side, teasing and smiling.

Back at the estate, twilight painted the sky pink and gold. They finished chores together, feeding the horses and lighting lanterns for the evening.

Inside, the house glowed warm. They changed into comfortable clothes and settled into the library. Lewis curled up with a book, Charles reviewing letters nearby. Their hands found each other often, squeezing gently.

Dinner was quiet and delicious. Roast chicken with vegetables fresh from the garden. Conversation flowed easily, plans and dreams shared between bites.

Lewis smiled against Charles' chest. "I love you, Charles."

"And I love you more, mon amour," Charles whispered.

They moved to the bedroom, wrapped in each others warmth. Charles traced soothing circles on Lewis' back as they fell asleep together.

In their home, far from palace halls and public eyes, they were simply husband and husband. Bound not just by title but by love, trust and the quiet joy of shared life.

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Lewis woke to the sun spilling through the tall windows of their bedroom. His head felt heavy and hot. Every muscle ached. He groaned softly and tried to sit up.

Charles was already there. He had a tray in his hands. His hand rested gently on Lewis' shoulder. "Mon amour," he said softly.

"I'm fine," Lewis muttered, his voice rough. He was not fine. Charles smiled but did not argue. He helped Lewis lean back against the pillows.

The tray held tea and a small bowl of soup. Charles set it carefully on the nightstand. "Drink this," he whispered. "It will help you."

Lewis sipped slowly. The warmth spread through him. His body still burned. Charles brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.

"You are shivering," Charles murmured. "Here, let me adjust your blanket."

Lewis pulled the blanket closer. Charles tucked it back over his shoulders.

"Rest with me," Lewis whispered.

Charles pressed a cool hand to his forehead. "You are burning," he said quietly. He held the cloth there for a moment. Lewis closed his eyes and let him.

The estate was quiet. Staff moved softly in the halls. Horses shifted in the stables. Lewis felt small but safe.

"You need to rest," Charles said.

Lewis leaned back against the pillows. Charles adjusted them. He moved slowly and carefully. Every touch was steady.

"I hate feeling like this," Lewis admitted. "I hate being helpless."

Charles smiled gently. "Let me help you, Lew."

Lewis let out a weak laugh. "Sweetheart, you are too good to me."

Charles kissed his temple lightly. "Only for you, mon coeur."

Hours passed slowly. Charles brought water, adjusted blankets, and whispered small reassurances. Lewis drifted in and out of sleep. Charles stayed by his side.

Even when Lewis shifted with discomfort, Charles was ready. He brushed back his hair. He pressed a hand to Lewis' arm. "Stay calm, mon amour."

Lewis tried to sit up to see the garden. Sunlight turned the landscape golden. Lavender and olive trees swayed outside. He smiled faintly.

"You shouldn’t move too much," Charles said. "You are weak, mon coeur."

"I just wanted to see the sun," Lewis said. "It feels nice."

Charles helped him lean back against the pillows. "I am here, my love. Everything else can wait."

Lewis sipped his tea again. The warmth soothed his throat. He let himself be cared for.

The day passed quietly. Charles brought soup, fed him small spoonfuls, and laughed softly when Lewis grimaced at the taste. "You must eat, Lewis."

"I know, sweetheart," Lewis said. "I'll try."

Outside, the garden stretched wide. The stables echoed softly. A gentle breeze carried lavender through the room. Lewis felt a faint calm.

Charles stayed close. He rubbed Lewis' back in slow circles. He whispered jokes and comfort. "You are so brave, mon amour."

Lewis tried to speak but coughed. Charles pressed a hand to his back. "I've got you," he whispered. "I'm here, mon coeur."

When Lewis tried to sit up later, Charles guided him slowly. His hands on Lewis' shoulders were steady. Lewis leaned into him.

"Thank you, love," he murmured.

They moved toward the living room together. The hallway was long but quiet. Staff passed respectfully. Lewis leaned on Charles.

The dining table held simple food. Charles fed him spoonfuls of soup. He teased Lewis lightly. "You look like you need this, mon amour."

Lewis laughed quietly. "You are too patient, sweetheart."

Charles smiled. "Only for you, mon coeur."

The afternoon sun poured through the windows. Lewis felt steadier. His body still ached but the fever was fading. Charles stayed by his side.

"You're getting better," Charles said softly.

Lewis closed his eyes and rested against him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, my love."

Charles kissed the top of his head. "You'll never have to find out."

Evening came. Lewis' cheeks were pale but calmer. Charles stayed with him as they moved back to the bedroom. He helped him settle into bed.

"You are brave," Charles said. "You are strong, mon coeur."

Lewis smiled faintly. "I only made it this far because of you, sweetheart."

Charles pressed a hand lightly over his heart. "Always, mon amour. Always."

The night settled around them. The estate was quiet. Only the soft wind through the gardens and the distant horses could be heard. Lewis leaned into Charles and closed his eyes.

He felt safe and loved. The world outside could wait. He let himself rest fully. Charles' hand on his shoulder was steady and warm.

Hours passed. Lewis slept. Charles stayed beside him, quietly attentive. Every brush of hair, every shift of the blanket, every whispered word grounded Lewis.

When Lewis woke later, he felt lighter. His head still throbbed but his body was calmer. Charles was reading quietly, eyes flicking up to check on him.

'Mon amour," Charles said softly. "How do you feel?"

"Better, Charlie," Lewis said. "Much better with you here."

Charles leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I told you I would take care of you, mon coeur."

Lewis rested against him. He felt safe. Loved. Entirely at ease.

Outside, lavender swayed in the moonlight. The stables were quiet. The estate was theirs. Lewis smiled genuinely.

"Thank you, my love," he whispered.

Charles pressed a hand over his. "Always, mon amour."

Lewis drifted back to sleep. Charles stayed beside him until he breathed evenly. The night was quiet and full. Provence lay soft around them. Lewis was warm and safe. Charles’s presence made everything better.

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Charles woke to the smell of coffee and warm croissants. The sunlight spilled through the tall windows, golden and soft across the room. Lewis was already perched on the edge of the bed, grinning with a tray in his hands.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Lewis said, setting the tray down carefully. His voice carried that softness he reserved only for mornings like this.

Charles rubbed his eyes and smiled, curls falling into his face. "You did this?"

"Of course I did," Lewis teased, kissing the tip of his nose. "You’re my love, my alpha, my husband, and today is all about you. You deserve the best start to your day."

The tray was filled with his favorites. Fresh pastries, strawberries, honey, and a perfectly foamed cappuccino. Charles laughed as Lewis insisted on feeding him the first bite.

Charles tried to protest, but Lewis silenced him with a strawberry pressed against his lips. He laughed, cheeks going pink, before letting Lewis feed him bite after bite.

"You're ridiculous," Charles said with his mouth half full, and Lewis laughed with him.

They lingered in bed, tangled under blankets, crumbs scattering on the sheets. Lewis wiped sugar from the corner of Charles’ mouth, kissing him slow and sweet afterward. "There. Perfect."

Later, Lewis led him outside. The gardens were in full bloom, roses opening under the sun. A small picnic had been set under the olive trees, the staff keeping their distance but leaving everything ready. Charles stopped in his tracks, touched.

"You planned all this?" he asked, eyes wide.

Lewis squeezed his hand. "Every detail. Only the best for my darling birthday boy."

Charles laughed, cheeks pink. "You're making me blush, mon ange."

"That’s the point," Lewis said. "I like seeing you happy."

They spent the afternoon lying on a blanket, feeding each other grapes, reading out loud from a poetry book Lewis had found in the library. Charles rested his head on Lewis’s lap, eyes closed, while Lewis carded fingers through his curls.

Charles inhaled the familiar omega scent that calmed every corner of him. He felt both spoiled and deeply claimed, as if the whole world existed only for them.

When the staff brought out a small cake, Lewis lit the candles himself. Charles leaned into him as they sang softly together, laughter bubbling up between them. He made his wish and blew them out, then smeared frosting across Lewis' cheek just to hear him yelp.

By evening, the estate glowed with lanterns strung across the terrace. A small dinner had been set for two. The table was covered in flowers, the scent of lavender mixing with the night air. Lewis raised his glass.

"To my love," he said, eyes never leaving Charles'. "The best part of my every day. Happy birthday, darling."

Charles’ throat tightened, emotion spilling into his smile. "You are too much," he whispered. "I don’t deserve you."

"Yes, you do," Lewis said firmly, leaning over to kiss him across the table. "You deserve all of this and more."

They danced under the lantern light, music soft and low. Charles rested his head on Lewis' shoulder, his hand curled in his. Their laughter filled the warm night, bright and unrestrained.

When they finally slipped away, leaving the table behind, Lewis pulled Charles into their bedroom. He pressed kisses across his face, his jaw, his throat, his lips, whispering between each one. "Happy birthday, my love. My heart. My everything."

Charles only smiled, pulling him closer, letting the night dissolve into softness and joy. It was messy with laughter, warm with touches, and filled with whispered I love you’s until sleep claimed them both.

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The first rule was drilled into every new staff member.

“Never, under any circumstance, enter Their Highnesses’ wing after midnight,” whispered the head maid on the first morning. Her eyes were wide with mock terror.

“If you do, you’ll regret it. Permanently.”

The new footman, Henri, nodded frantically. He had worked in the estate for only a week, and already he had learned that gossip traveled faster than wine through the kitchens.

“I understand,” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Midnight came faster than he expected. He had been polishing the silverware near the grand hall when faint sounds floated through the corridors. At first, he thought it was the wind. Then the moans began, low at first, then growing, urgent, intimate, echoing off the high ceilings.

Henri froze. His heart hammered. He remembered the warning. Every muscle screamed at him to run. And yet… curiosity rooted him to the spot. From behind the tall potted fern, he glimpsed the hallway doors. Light spilled from the bottom. The sounds were unmistakable: the princes, clearly, indulging themselves without a care in the world.

The older footman nearby smirked when he noticed Henri’s pale face.

“Told you,” he whispered, barely hiding a grin. “If you go past that wing, you’ll be traumatized for life.”

Henri turned as if to leave, but the sounds made him stiffen again. Every moan, every thump, every laughter-laced groan bounced down the corridors. He could almost imagine the movement behind the closed doors. His face burned hotter than the fireplaces in the great hall.

Morning brought no relief. The second rule was simple: never barge in. Knock first. Wait. Henri had witnessed, on his first day, a young maid bursting in too soon. She hadn’t spoken a word afterward. She didn’t need to. Her blush, the way she avoided eye contact for three days, said it all.

Henri approached the wing carefully, tray in hand, trying not to breathe too loudly. He paused at the door. Knock. Wait. His knuckles barely tapped the wood when the door swung open slightly.

Both princes were in the study, casually dressed, sitting close. Charles’ hand rested lightly on Lewis’ shoulder. Marks on their necks, dark and unmistakable, told Henri all he needed to know. They had not yet fully dressed. They were laughing, teasing, utterly unconcerned with the world outside.

Henri’s knees went weak. He nearly dropped the tray. The princes noticed but smiled only briefly, indulgently, before returning to each other. “Breakfast will be served shortly,”

Charles said, his tone amused. “Don’t faint, mon cher.”

Henri bowed quickly, muttering apologies. He could feel his face burning. He reminded himself that this was normal here. For them, this was just another morning together. For him? Trauma. Absolute trauma.

By mid-morning, Henri had learned more than he expected about the princes’ habits. They moved through the estate like royalty normally would, but everywhere they went, they carried a current of devotion and mischievous intimacy. Their hands brushed while walking through the gardens. Lewis leaned into Charles’ chest while discussing the morning’s schedule. Charles kissed the top of Lewis’ head while giving a casual order to a passing footman.

The staff had grown used to this display. They whispered about it, laughed about it, and feared it. One cook had sworn she had counted five fresh marks on Charles’s neck alone. A gardener swore he had smelled the perfume that Lewis always wore, tinged now with Charles’ cologne, lingering even in the crisp morning air.

Henri could not unsee, could not unknow. He stepped lightly down the hall, bowing every time the princes glanced his way. They smiled indulgently, clearly aware of the effect they had on everyone in the wing. Charles gave a small, smug smirk. Lewis winked faintly. Henri nearly fell over.

By afternoon, Henri had gathered all the “rules” in his head. No entry past midnight. Knock first. Always wait. Never look too closely. Never, under any circumstances, comment on what you see. Do not, for the love of the saints, talk about it outside the walls. And above all… respect that their love was absolute, overpowering, and utterly unrepentant.

When Henri finally returned to polish the silverware that evening, he passed the wing at a distance. Through the door, soft laughter carried into the halls. A groan, a thump, a whispered “my love.” He turned quickly, trembling, and ran his hands along the tray like a lifeline.

He had survived the first night and morning. Barely. But already he knew: every new staff member learned this lesson the hard way. Never cross into their wing after dark. Never enter unannounced. The evidence was everywhere, and the princes… the princes did not care.

Henri shivered. And smiled.

They were royally, disgustingly, in love. And the entire staff secretly adored it. Even if it meant trauma came with every step near their wing.

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Lewis woke to the sunlight pouring across their bedroom. His entire body ached, muscles sore in places he didn’t know could be sore. When he tried to sit up, he winced, collapsing back onto the pillows with a muffled groan.

From the bathroom, Charles appeared, fresh from a shower, towel slung low around his waist. His grin was immediate when he saw Lewis struggle. “Mon coeur, are you trying to move?”

Lewis shot him a glare, though it lacked real heat. “My love, you ruined me. I can’t even stand.”

Charles chuckled, unrepentant, as he perched on the bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “That is not my fault you are irresistible. You begged me to keep going, remember?”

Lewis buried his face in the pillow, muffling his embarrassment. “Sweetheart, don’t remind me.”

Still, Charles slid his arms under him and helped him sit. He moved carefully, fussing with the pillows until Lewis was propped up comfortably. The smug look in his eyes softened into something far more tender.

“You ache everywhere, don’t you?” Charles asked, brushing a curl from his face.

Lewis gave a weak nod. “Walking is not happening today.”

Charles kissed his temple before standing. “Then I will carry you.” And he did exactly that, scooping Lewis into his arms without effort, ignoring his protests.

He carried him down to breakfast, the staff politely hiding their smiles when they saw. Charles set him gently in a chair, fussing over every little thing. He buttered his toast, poured his tea, and refused to let him lift a finger.

Lewis groaned. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Of course I am,” Charles said easily, feeding him a bite of fruit. “You look adorable when you’re like this. But also… I am sorry, mon ange. Maybe I was too much.”

Lewis’ eyes softened at that. “You worry too much, darling. I wanted it. Every second.”

The rest of the day, Charles stuck to him like a shadow. He wrapped an arm around his waist whenever they walked through the halls, steadying him with every step. When Lewis tired, Charles scooped him up again without hesitation, carrying him through the estate as if he weighed nothing.

They lounged in the gardens later, Lewis stretched across Charles’ lap, his body still humming with aches. Charles massaged his thighs and back, murmuring apologies in between smug kisses to his shoulder. “You will forgive me, yes?”

Lewis laughed softly, tipping his head back to look at him. “I always forgive you, sweetheart. You’re my alpha.”

Charles’ smile grew warm, pride and love mingling in his eyes. He pulled Lewis closer, his scent wrapping around them both like a shield. “And you are mine. Always.”

The soreness stayed, but so did Charles’ hands, his voice, his presence. He never once left Lewis’ side, turning his guilt into devotion, his smugness into endless care. By the time night fell again, Lewis thought he had never felt so cherished.

By evening, Charles had declared Lewis would not be allowed to sleep without a proper bath. He filled the wide tub with warm water, dropping in oils that smelled faintly of lavender and rosemary. The steam curled in the air, softening the edges of the room.

When Lewis tried to undress himself, Charles tutted and brushed his hands away. “Let me.”

His fingers were careful, slow as he peeled away each layer. Every kiss he pressed to bare skin made Lewis roll his eyes, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

Charles eased him into the water, holding him steady until he sank against the smooth porcelain. The warmth drew another groan from Lewis, half relief, half exhaustion.

“Sweetheart, this is heaven.”

Charles sat on the edge, sleeves rolled, dipping his hands into the water. He lathered the sponge, running it down Lewis’ arms, his chest, his back. His touch was gentle where the soreness lingered, strong where the knots pulled tight.

When he moved to his hair, Lewis let his eyes close. Charles’ fingers worked the soap through the curls, massaging slow and steady. “You take too much care of me,” Lewis murmured.

Charles kissed his damp forehead. “Impossible. You are my mate, mon amour. My only.”

They stayed like that until the water cooled. Charles lifted him out with the same ease he had shown all day, wrapping him in a thick towel, holding him close as if he would never let go.

Back in bed, Lewis curled against his chest, clean and warm, his heart impossibly full. Charles tucked the blankets around them, pressing a last kiss to his temple.

“Rest now,” he whispered. “Tomorrow, I will spoil you again.”

Lewis gave a tired laugh, his voice fading into sleep. “My love, you already have.”

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The morning sun rose over Provence, spilling gold across the wide fields. Lavender swayed in the breeze, and the horses in the stables shifted softly. The estate was already alive with movement. Staff prepared the grounds, though the day was not for ceremony or guests. It belonged only to Charles and Lewis.

Lewis woke first. He lay still in the wide bed, listening to the quiet rhythm of Charles’ breathing. A year of marriage. It felt at once like a lifetime and a moment. He turned carefully, brushing his fingers over Charles’ hair.

Charles stirred and blinked his eyes open. He smiled instantly, soft and warm. “Good morning, mon amour.”

Lewis leaned closer and kissed his temple. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

They stayed close, not rushing the day. Lewis rested his head against Charles’ shoulder. The air carried the faint scent of lavender from the gardens. For once there was no rush, no duty, no eyes on them. Only peace.

“Do you remember this day last year?” Lewis asked softly.

Charles’ smile widened. “How could I forget, mon coeur. You looked like the sun itself.”

Lewis laughed lightly. “You were crying, my love.”

Charles brushed a thumb along his hand. “Only because I had never seen anything so beautiful.”

They lingered in bed until the light grew brighter. Eventually, Charles coaxed him up, promising a small surprise. Lewis dressed simply, a linen shirt and soft trousers. Charles wore the same. No suits, no ceremony. They walked hand in hand through the halls of the estate.

The staff greeted them quietly, with smiles and bowed heads. Everyone knew what day it was. Charles had asked them to keep things simple.

Outside, the gardens stretched wide, colors deep and rich. At the center of the path, a table had been laid beneath the olive trees. White linen, fresh flowers, fruit, and a carafe of chilled juice. It was quiet, intimate.

Lewis stopped and smiled. “Sweetheart, you did this?”

Charles nodded. “Oui, mon amour. Only for us.”

They sat together. The air was warm but gentle, the breeze soft. Birds sang in the distance. Lewis reached across the table and took Charles’s hand.

“One year,” Lewis said softly. “One year married to you.”

Charles squeezed his hand gently. “The best year of my life, mon coeur.”

They shared fruit and bread. Lewis laughed when Charles stole a grape from his plate. Charles kissed his hand in mock apology. The morning slipped away in quiet ease.

After breakfast, they walked the estate grounds. Charles led Lewis toward the stables. The horses flicked their tails and leaned close to greet them. Lewis stroked a dark mare’s neck. He had grown fond of the animals since moving here.

“They remember you,” Charles said, smiling.

“Maybe they just want apples,” Lewis teased.

Charles laughed, the sound light and boyish. He slipped an arm around Lewis’s shoulders. Together they walked past the vineyards, past the olive groves, until the estate stretched behind them and only the quiet fields remained.

They sat beneath a tree, the grass soft and cool. Lewis leaned against Charles’s chest. The world felt distant.

“I don’t need a grand celebration,” Lewis murmured. “This is all I want.”

Charles pressed a kiss to his hair. “You are all I want, mon amour.”

They stayed like that, letting time pass. Staff would bring lunch later, but for now there was nothing but stillness. Lewis closed his eyes.

“I used to think I would never have this,” he whispered. “Peace. Love. A family.”

Charles’ arms tightened around him. “You deserve all of it, mon coeur. And more.”

Lewis tilted his head back, meeting his eyes. “My love, you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”

The afternoon brought a gentle lunch in the shade. Fresh bread, cheese, olives, and cool wine. Lewis laughed when Charles insisted on feeding him small bites. They teased and lingered, unhurried.

Later, Charles led him back inside. A small gift waited in their bedroom. A box wrapped in soft ribbon. Lewis unwrapped it carefully. Inside lay a gold band set with a single stone, subtle and elegant.

Lewis’ eyes softened. “Sweetheart.”

Charles took his hand and slipped the band into place beside his wedding ring. “A promise, mon amour. Every year, I will remind you.”

Lewis leaned forward and kissed him deeply. “I don’t need reminders. I already know.”

The evening arrived with quiet beauty. Staff had prepared dinner on the terrace. The sun dipped low over the fields, painting the sky in orange and rose. Candles flickered on the table, the scent of lavender drifting on the breeze.

They dined slowly. Music played softly from inside. Lewis reached across and brushed his thumb over Charles’s knuckles.

“One year,” Lewis said again, his voice full of wonder.

Charles smiled, his eyes warm. “Forever to go, mon coeur.”

After dinner, they walked the gardens under the stars. The estate lights glowed softly in the distance. Crickets sang in the grass. Charles pulled Lewis close, their steps unhurried.

“I love you,” Lewis whispered. “My love, my everything.”

“I love you more,” Charles replied, kissing him gently. “Mon amour.”

They returned to their bedroom, the world hushed and still. Lewis laughed softly when Charles drew him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead before touching their lips together. The kiss was slow, unhurried, full of the weight of the day.

They undressed without rush, clothes falling in quiet folds. Skin met skin, warm and familiar. Charles guided Lewis into bed, pulling the covers around them. The room smelled faintly of lavender, carried in through the open windows.

Lewis curled against his chest, breathing slow and steady. “My love, I don’t want this day to end.”

Charles kissed the crown of his head. “Then let us make the night ours too.”

Their lips found each other again, deeper this time, but still gentle. The touches were tender, the kind that spoke of trust built over years. No performance, no audience, only love. They moved together slowly, speaking in whispers between kisses, words of devotion that carried more heat than any act.

When the quiet settled again, Lewis lay tucked against Charles’s side, his hand resting over his heart. The rhythm of it lulled him, steady and strong.

“I love you,” he whispered into the silence. “With everything I am.”

Charles’ arms tightened around him, his voice soft in reply. “Je t’aime, mon coeur. Always.”

When Lewis finally slipped into sleep, Charles stayed awake a little longer, watching him. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the light caught in his curls, the ring glinting faintly on his finger.

He leaned down and pressed one last kiss to his temple. “Happy anniversary, mon amour,” he whispered.

The room was quiet except for their breathing. Outside, the fields stretched endless under the stars. Inside, in the safety of their bed, their forever had already begun.

One year married. A lifetime waiting.

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Spring

The lavender fields were alive with color. Charles took Lewis' hand as they wandered through the rows, fingers entwined, noses brushing the soft purple blooms.

"You always pick the brightest ones, mon amour," Charles teased, tilting his head to catch Lewis' grin.

"Only for you, my love," Lewis said, laughter spilling over the petals.

Staff moved quietly around them, pruning, watering, or gathering fresh flowers. They knew better than to disturb the princes, but they couldn’t help smiling at the way Charles tucked a stray curl behind Lewis’ ear. Every glance, every touch, radiated devotion. Even from afar, the staff felt it, like sunlight in the halls.

Later, Charles insisted on teaching Lewis how to ride the new horse in the stables. Lewis stumbled at first, laughing when Charles steadied him.

“You’ll never admit defeat, will you, mon coeur?” Charles asked, voice full of amusement.

Lewis grinned. “Never, my darling. Not with you by my side.”

Summer

The terraces shimmered under the scorching sun. Lewis lay sprawled across the stone floor, sunburn creeping across his cheeks, while Charles fussed over him with a bottle of sunscreen.

“Careful, my darling, you’ll burn if I don’t apply it properly,” Charles said, fingers lingering a little too long on his shoulders.

“I trust you, sweetheart,” Lewis murmured, leaning into him with a soft sigh.

The staff whispered about it in the kitchens. “They’ve been outside for nearly three hours,” one maid said, shaking her head.

“And they haven’t done anything but laugh and feed each other grapes.”

Another footman snorted. “You’d think they were teenagers, not princes.”

The staff adored them anyway, though they kept a safe distance when Charles’ hand brushed Lewis’ knee or his thumb lingered over the back of Lewis’ hand.

In the evenings, Charles dragged Lewis to the gardens to watch the sunset. Lanterns glowed faintly in the hedges, the scent of olive trees mingling with the last warmth of the day.

“I love this time with you,” Lewis said, his head resting against Charles’ chest.

“Every moment is perfect.” Charles kissed his temple. “Because it’s ours, mon amour. Only ours.”

Autumn

Leaves crunched underfoot along the estate’s winding paths. Charles and Lewis wore light jackets, stopping to kick piles of red and gold leaves, their laughter echoing through the groves.

“I don’t think the staff appreciates this, mon amour,” Charles said, trying to suppress his giggles as a leaf landed in Lewis’ hair.

Lewis only grinned, shaking it off. “Who cares? It’s our estate.”

The orchard offered apples ripe for picking. Charles carried Lewis on his back as they raced toward the tallest trees, trying to reach the juiciest fruits. Henri, the new footman, watched from a distance with wide eyes. He had been warned about the princes’ antics, but even he hadn’t expected this much energy for grown men.

“They’re… terrifyingly in love,” he muttered to himself.

Afternoons slipped into quiet reading by the hearth. Lewis rested against Charles, head on his shoulder, as Charles traced patterns along his arm. Staff passed with tea and pastries, always careful, always bowing, whispering behind their hands about how “intense” the princes were in private.

Winter

Snow dusted the olive trees and the gardens, frosting the estate in white. Charles wrapped Lewis in a thick scarf as they trudged across the icy courtyard, holding him close.

“You’re freezing, my love,” Lewis said, shivering.

“Then stay closer,” Charles replied, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Inside, the hearth blazed, filling the rooms with warmth and the scent of spiced wine. They curled together on the wide armchair, hands intertwined, watching the snow fall in silence.

Occasionally, Charles pressed kisses to Lewis’ hair and jaw, murmuring, “Je t’aime, mon coeur.”

Lewis responded with soft laughter, burying his face against Charles’ chest.

Even the staff tiptoed quietly around them, careful not to intrude. From the kitchen, they could see the faint glow of the fireplace through the doors. They knew better than to disturb the princes. The moans and laughter from past nights were legendary, but tonight was just warmth, quiet, and absolute devotion.

Spring brought flowers, summer brought sun-soaked laughter, autumn brought crunchy leaves and apple picking, and winter brought snow and hearthlight. But the constants remained: soft touches, hands that never let go, and the glances that said, you are mine, and I am yours.

Even as they moved through the estate, brushing past gates and hallways, the staff were acutely aware of the princes’ bond. Two men, bonded for life, absolutely, laughably, disgustingly in love.

And everywhere they went, the estate shimmered under the glow of their devotion. Gardens bloomed brighter, fireplaces burned warmer, and even the horses seemed to lean closer when they passed. The staff could only shake their heads, whisper, and smile. They had front-row seats to a love so unrestrained, so complete, it left the entire household breathless.

Lewis and Charles were not just princes, not just husbands. They were each other’s world. Never, under any circumstance, underestimate the sheer intensity of two princes in love.

Because in the estate at Provence, love was the ruler, and Charles and Lewis were the undisputed, utterly devoted, embarrassingly in-love sovereigns of it all.