A Forbidden Love ~ A Prucan Tale

A Talk (Continued)

"You know Roderich? He's the brother of Gilbert, the oldest. But years ago, when me and him were only about children, we were basically best friends. We would talk about anything under the sun, maybe experiment with things...But we were buddies...Until, until we turned. He began to stop hanging out with me, but when he did, he would judge harshly. It was till he insulted Arthur when me and him became a thing. That was when I sorta snapped and told him we were to never talk or see each other again. It rose into a heated argument, and almost a duel...I-I have no idea why, or how he turned, but my parents didn't like how he started acting. So, they tried to speak with his parents but that went nowhere, only to more arguing. That's all I know, I couldn't ask anything else because by then, they were murdered."

Matthew listened, nearly speechless, feeling slightly guilty for his outburst.

Francis then continued, "I had to take the thrown at a young age, I remember it was around 13, that I had to take my parents responsibilities. Hehe..The only thing I was glad about then was that Arthur was onboard with helping me...But it was beyond stressful, I was nervous, I didn't want to make any mistakes...It then went on to a war, the rest you know..."

"Papa...I..I just.." Began Matthew, not knowing what he should or shouldn't say.

"I know, I'm sorry for dumping all this information...But me and Arthur don't want you going down the road I went down." Said Francis, "I understand you may love him, but don't give lust mixed with true feelings."

"...But, I don't just feel lust for him...Papa..I do love him..." He said, his head down, looking below. "I want to be with him..."

Francis sighed, and began to leave the room, "I tried telling you Matthew, but you won't listen..." He said, shaking his head.

Matthew raised his hand, about to respond but gave up. Wanting to cry, but frustration built up. He began picking up his sword, placing it into his sword hold. "I swear to fucking, god. Why can't they just even understand. Just...!" He muttered in frustration and tears. Matthew walked over to the door, about to opening it, to just run off. But something struck him.

"Is this worth running away for? What if they're right? Am I really in love with a man after just a kiss?"

He sighed, taking out his sword, flopping onto his bed. He began crying in confusion, frustration, and sadness.

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