The gloomy sky shrouded London, its dim projection onto the ground causing many of England's citizens to opt against venturing outside.
On Bond Street, hailed as London's shopping paradise, foot traffic had noticeably decreased.
Charles walked the streets, with his blond hair and blue eyes, standing tall at six foot three. Even before participating in the four trials, he frequently exercised.
His muscles weren't as exaggerated as those found in gyms, yet they possessed defined lines that attracted the attention of passersby.
He scrutinized the luxury boutiques around him, finding little of interest.
The only commendable aspect seemed to be the women from across the globe.
The various stockings, fearless of the autumn breeze, stirred in Charles, this French man, a desire to pursue a romantic encounter.
But whom to choose?
Charles found himself torn; he enjoyed the pursuit of women.
