Disclaimer: I own nothing. Adam and Eddie are my kings.

Marquess Robin of Loxley knocked on the door awaiting entry at the luxurious home. The butler answered and permitted him to enter Prince Killian's chateau. Robin was one of Killian's closest friends and was always welcome at his home.

"Is the Prince home?"

"Upstairs, sir. But, uh, he has company."

"Is it female company, Foster?"

"Yes, the Countess Milah."

"Well, they need to be interrupted. The king is asking for his presence."

The butler nodded his head and permitted Robin to walk up the stairs. If it were anyone else but King Richard, he wouldn't have allowed his employer to be disturbed. Robin walked up the stairs and wrapped his knuckles on the door of the Prince's sitting room. He heard a muffled curse and the door flew open.

"Robin! What are you doing here, old man? My butler did tell you I was entertaining… privately." Killian asked with one eyebrow cocked.

He was romancing his mistress and did not appreciate the interruption.

"I wouldn't have disrupted you for the world but the king demands your presence," Robin said. "Hello, Countess. It's always lovely to see you."

Countess Milah was lounging on the settee in front of the fireplace. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket with a tray of chocolate covered strawberries next to it. It looked like Killian had a very romantic afternoon planned with his mistress.

"Hello, Robin. It is rather poor timing, isn't it?" Milah put her champagne glass down with a sigh and reached to get her cloak. "But you mustn't delay your meeting with the king."

Killian helped her on with her cloak. "Maybe we can reschedule some other time, love." Killian looked longingly at his long time mistress.

"Yes." She whispered, "I'll come back tonight after the party."

"I'll look forward to tonight," Killian said kissing the back of her hand. He escorted her down the steps and out of the house to her carriage.

Robin made himself at home with a glass of champagne and a chocolate strawberry while he waited for Killian to come back.

"So what does the king want?" Killian asked walking to his dressing room to get himself ready to see the king. He straightened his cravat and put on his brown coat.

"I have no idea. The man is an enigma," Robin remarked.

"Well, we shouldn't keep my father waiting. Let's go."

He was waiting for the time when his father would ask him to sit down and have a chat about his future. His prospects to become King and eventually choose or have someone chosen for him, a bride to be Queen and rule at his side.