@blessedcharlesv
The life of a close advisor to a monarch had its share of negative qualities which could far outweigh the positives, in their moments. One of them was the occasional summons in the middle of the night, which had occurred only a few times before, so it caught Juan well off-guard. He didn’t even know what time it was, precisely, covering a yawn and trying to fix the clothes he had hastily tugged on as he followed a servant to the Emperor’s chambers, exhausted. The marriage negotiations with Henry’s advisors had gotten nowhere, and he had yet to turn to King Francis - in need of more time than anything else.
He cleared his throat, trying to rub the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes as the door to Charle’s rooms was opened, Juan squinting in the dim firelight, trying to fend off the night-time chill of the castle. “You asked for me? Is something the matter, your Majesty? I hope your sleep is not disturbed.”
