It was a warm day at Versailles. The heat was troubling everyone and it wasn't quite a surprise things got explosive.
And so they did.
"Philippe will understand. I'll make him do so."
The chevalier de Lorraine was talking in his usual cheerful manner to Madame.
Henrietta didn't answer for on that moment the door opened and Philippe came in. One moment the three of them just stared at each other.
The chevalier was the first to speak, saying "Hey, you're awake."
Philippe looked at him with an expression of clear tiredness. In contradiction with his usual concern about his looks, he now looked a complete mess. Which had not been anything special after just waking up had it not been for the fact that it already was past 2 p.m.
"Husband." Henrietta began "You look tired."
"I AM tired. Just what time is it?"
"Let's just say you missed lunch two hours ago." the chevalier answered, grinning.
Philippe turned to face his lover who was smiling. He sighed deeply.
"You really should find something to do, you know that?" he almost snapped at him. "Your jokes make me even more tired."
"This wasn't a joke." Henrietta said softly. Philippe turned to face her. In his expression was something that looked much like pleading.
"You have been sleeping for almost 20 hours." Henrietta went on, ignoring the chevaliers warning look.
Philippe stared at her, than nodded. "I have been up to late at night often lately."
"I heard noises tonight. I supposed it was him." She made a gesture with her head towards the chevalier "But it was you, then."
"Don't look at me. I was all on my own in my own room." the chevalier stated, his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender.
"I know it wasn't you. That's why I am looking at you."
There was a knock at the door and the voice of Bontemps sounded: "Monsieur?"
Philippe sighed again. "Oh, what is it now?"
He motioned for one of the others to answer the call. Henrietta remained in place so the chevalier walked to the door while asking: "What is it, Bontemps?"
"The King awaits you presence." as always the man didn't bother any formaliteis while he spoke. Philippe shook his head. He remembered his brother had asked for him the previous evening. He groaned and put his face in his hands in surrender before standing up.
The chevalier spoke up before he reached the door: "My humble excuses, but Monsieur is ill. He can't attend the audience now."
Henrietta en Philippe looked at each other in awe and then at Bontemps who looked doubtful.
"What?" the chevalier said, putting his hands in his side. "Do you think Monsieur cannot be ill?"
Bontemps hurried to speak an apology. "My excuse, Sir, but the King is a bit agitated. He will not take no for an answer."
"He will have too." Philippe had risen from the bed and stood behind the chevalier now. "Unless there is something else of the King's service, I'd liked to go back to rest."
"As you wish."
Bontemps left, soon followed by Henrietta.
Once they were alone, the chevalier turned back to Philippe. The Prince didn't look tired at all suddenly. He smiled broadly.
"You still tired?" he asked playfully, taking Philippe in his arms.
"You have no idea."
The chevalier pushed him on the bed on his back, his lips not leaving the other's for a second.
"Then let me do the work." the chevalier whispered.
"Glad too." Philippe answered quitely, his eyes closed, his voice already hoarse with the exitement, preparing for the explosive climax he knew was going to come.