Pretends to not hear it. Ignorance is the best defense.

Doesn’t appreciate this breach of their mutual trust.

Wonders how Empress Isabella would feel about a more permanent move to Vienna...

Francis has another Mistress? He’d wondered when she’d show up.

Takes issue with this statement.

Fully denies this. He’d never share anything with François.

Furrows brows. He must’ve been drunk. Yes, that’s it.

Carlos prides himself on his non-interaction with los Franceses. Women are most definitely included in this non-interaction.

Wonders if moving to Naples would save him from reproach.

She isn’t helping.

He can command her to help. He is the Emperor, after all.

It isn’t worth the headache.

Oof.

She’s Occitan. There’s a LARGE difference.

He very much means it.

See? Isabel is all he needs.

“I’ll leave the kissing to Francisco, mi Señora.”

“/Or/ married her to mi hijo, Felipe.”

Felipe was at court? How was he supposed to know? He was in Vienna.

The tornado? Carlos arches a brow, before realizing just what his heir had meant. "Oh."