Thinking about bratty WAG!Charles in Monaco.
The media basically sees him as the prince of Monaco, even if the actual prince of Monaco is at the race.
On media day, Max is asked if he’ll have a good weekend. Max replies “well you should ask my wife, depends if he’s mad at me or not. I think he has divine power when we race around here or something.”
Max and wag!Charles leaning on the railing of RedBull’s paddock to see Lewis’s girlfriend arrive. Charles blows out a puff of air at the amount of attention while Max laughs at all the pomp and circumstance while rubbing his lower back.
Wag! Charles doesn’t actually care when he’s on the broadcast, he’d rather Max be shown as he leads the race keeping back Lewis but he can’t help but sneer as he sees her on the screen instead. This is his home race. Well, you know, in a sense.
Oops, race direction caught that sneer. Just pretend it was because of Max’s snap into the corner.
Maybe Charles does have divine power at Monaco, he thinks as Lewis goes into the barrier on the safety car restart. Oh dear, the track is breaking up there…
Wag! Charles biting his lip as Kimi now challenges Max on the standing start. Surely Max can keep him back for just eight laps?
Wag! Charles kissing Max after he’s done jumping into the arms of his team and he can’t help the smug smile on his face as he stands below the podium and watches Max on the top step with Kimi and Isack.
Wag! Charles whose outfit is ruined by all the champagne but that’s okay. Their place is only 500 meters from the track where Max will peel it off of him to celebrate his win.