Charles still couldn't believe that Jane had said yes to him. It had seemed like such a short amount of time together and considering that she was one of Harry's ex-wives (in her mind, at the least), it was on the whole, a strange union.
Yet Charles felt an overwhelming need to protect her, ever since Halloween of last year.
Of course, this meant he needed a bloody bachelor party before he could elope marry Jane. The formal union would take place with both Anthony and Harry by his side, and he was certain it would be a huge, lavish affair that would be spoken about in all the gossip magazines. The elopement... well...
When Charles arrived at the Fantasy Suite, he laughed out loud. It was typical Henry Tudor taste, not that he was complaining in the least. "Harry!" His smile was broad as he clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Thank you for doing this. I can't wait to see what else you and Anthony have come up with for tonight."
Nothing too terrible. After all, he was on his best behaviour, despite Jane seemingly giving him leave to sleep with whomever he pleased one last time. The very idea that he would... well, that was idiotic.