A gentle knocking sound came from behind the closed door.
“Come in,” Francis called. As the Prince threw his head so he was facing the door, he expected to see Pierre’s bright smile light up the room. He frowned as a young man wearing both the palace uniform and a concerned look upon his smooth, pale face.
The boy, he was only a boy, a good five years younger than the Dauphin, stood awkwardly, the Dauphin estimated the man was barely in double digits. It was clear to Francis that this particular young man was not use to being in the presence of royalty that could be why Francis did not recognise him; he made it a habit to be aware of all the male servants who he came into contact with.
The boy stood at nearly six feet tall, his hair was combed back sleekly, the parting in the middle was clear exposing his pale scalp. His eyes were beautiful, a perfect bluey green colour, the colour of the Dauphin’s favourite court attire, the one he reserved for only the most special occasions.
There was no doubt about it that the boy was attractive, Francis felt a tinge of sinful lust towards the boy. He felt guilty at once and stopped his thoughts, he had Pierre and he was the only person the Dauphin had eyes for.
The servant bowed slightly at the door, a frown swept across his face.
“Yes?” Francis asked impatiently. If this boy had news for him Francis was eager to hear it and had not the time for time wasting.
“Sir,” the servant said before pausing. He caught Francis looking at him. Francis blinked and changed the direction of his gaze instantly. Embarrassed at being caught staring, Francis snapped at him once again.
“Well!” he exclaimed.
“His Grace the Cardinal Richelieu to see you, your Majesty,”
“The Cardinal?” Francis sighed. He had no interest in speaking to the Cardinal; he bored Francis dearly and besides there was something about him that worried Francis. He could not quite put his finger on it, but that man always knew everything. “Tell him I do not wish to admit any visitors,”
“I did inform him of this your Highness, but he insists he has news concerning something that may be of interest to you and insists you grant him an audience.”
“Ah, he insists does he?” Francis sighed. “Send him in,” the Dauphin ordered. He nodded towards to door indicating for the young man to leave. As he did he caught a last glimpse of the young man’s body. It did not harm anyone to just look; he was loyal as anything to Pierre and would never do anything disloyal to him.
Francis hid the papers from his desk, there was nothing there that he needed hiding, but the Cardinal was a nosy man and Francis knew the Dauphin’s affairs interested him. He also reached over and locked his top draw and slid the key into the pocket of his cloak. In that draw he kept the letters that he had exchanged with Pierre and past lovers. It was of grave importance that they were kept where no one could find them, ever.