A pleasurable shiver ran down the king's spine as Charles grazed his arm. He knew everyone's eyes were upon them now, and a sweet feeling of pride filled him. They fought for their love to the point of defying society, and even after all their mistakes, he and Charles still believed in each other.
He nodded, then smirked looking up at Charles, and whispered into his ear, chuckling softly "Engaged? Not really. Actually, neither knows they're expected to become closer than close allies. That's the idea of tonight's meeting with Richard, to announce my ingenious plan." He smiled with satisfaction, "Although, knowing my childe, she's bound to give him one hell of a time. But isn't half of the fun in the challenge? And if I'm not mistaken, Lycans enjoy the thrill of the hunt as much as feasting on their prey? And what a lucky prey it is." He finished by mumbling into his husband's mouth before kissing him passionately, wrapping his tongue around the lycan's. Whenever he was in Charles' arms, the world seemed to fade out for the moment. He was however brought back to it by someone's intruding presence, and surely enough, the next moment Richard's voice carried booming loud to his senses.
His arms still around Charles' waist, Henry turned to the other lycan. He was about to reply to his greeting, as his eyes took in Richard's form and his gaze fell upon his neck. Narrowing his eyes, he stared intently at him and the two little punctures at the side of his throat. A vampire's bite mark. Unmistakably.