Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter two

~Arthur POV ~

"All you have to do is greet the guest sir; everything else has been taken care of for your coronation next Friday."
"Very well then. Thank you, you may leave, I will be down to greet everyone in a moment," I smiled at the butler who left.

Only a week and a half until my coronation, I hoped to not be in the situation but I know my dear mother and father would have wanted me to be ready for anything. Who knew I would have had to be ready for their deaths? I breathed out slightly, I did not have time to grieve, for my responsibilities came first. 

I walked downstairs to see many people cheer at my arrival. The introduction party went on for hours, my kingdom would have so many guests stay, it was hectic. As I stood to get a drink I realized something.

"Where the hell is that bloody frog?" I asked myself, trying to look around for him. I know I sent him an invitation, I wonder why I have not seen him. I would have expected him to come running at me to give me a hug. I started to think about why he would not show up. We have not seen one another in years, maybe he did not care as much.

"Typical Francis," I hissed.
"He is probably back at his kingdom getting drunk off his ass," I spat angrily.
"He could at least have sent a letter saying he could not make it! The one time he does not send a stupid letter," I added, stomping off to the garden. I needed to cool off, so no one saw me this way. 

The cold air hit my face, and I began to shiver. I wish it were spring, but winter began not too long ago. 

"Bloody hell," I said to myself and rubbed my hands on my arms to warm them up.
"A soon-to-be king like you should not be in the freezing cold like this." I gasped, terrified. I had no idea someone was watching me.

"It is alright. I can handle a little cold," I said, looking up at the sky. The stars were bright and beautiful, as usual. 

I felt a coat drape over me, causing me to turn to who put it on my shoulders.
"Francis!..." I gasped at the surprise.
"Have you missed me, mon Ami?" He smirked, but it only pissed me off.
"How dare you be late? I thought you would not show. At least have respect for the future king of England." 

Francis being late is even more of an insult than not showing up.
"Forgive me, Arthur, but I could not figure out what to wear," Francis laughed. I missed his laugh. It was always so funny to listen to.
"You are looking well," I smiled at him.
"You do as well...soon to be King Arthur," Francis smiled and bowed to me.
I lifted his head to look at me.
"You do not have to be so formal with me, old chap," I laughed
"Even though it is nice to see you in your place," I added. 

Francis stood up to look at me and suddenly pulled me in for a hug.
"Absolutely not!" I yelled, pushing him away
"You need to learn to be on time."
"But mon Ami! I am sure you understand why?"
"Absolutely not! Not knowing what to wear is not a valid excuse, and you should have thought of that before."
"But I had to look good for you, Arthur; it has been so long; I wanted to make a good impression on you, especially if you grew up to be cute, which you did," Francis smirked.

"Do not say such horrendous words to me. Now then, we are needed inside. I am sure you will be staying ....Sir Francis?" I turned to him, seeing that he was in awe of me. Until he finally answered my question.

"Ahhh! Of course, I would not want to miss spending nearly two weeks with you, Soon to be King Arthur," he joked. I glared at him so he would stop, which he did.
I took off his coat and threw it at him really hard.
"What was that for?" He barely managed as he laughed
"It is for being a frog," I glared
"You are as charming as the day I met you, Arthur."
"Shut up; people will get the wrong idea."
"And what idea would that be?"
"That you are being inappropriate," I stopped and turned to him.
"I can not help it; I am so excited to see you, Arthur." 

Why does he have to be so difficult? He has to make everything extra. He is the same as when we were children. 

"I suppose I do, too," I huffed, looking away from him, so I do not have to see his face. Knowing him, he would be excited about me, even saying it was nice to see him. I moved my eyes to see him, and of course, he had this sparkle of happiness in his eyes. 

"Hearing That has made me the happiest person in the world, Arthur."
"Of course it has," I shook my head and started to walk inside. I have encouraged him too much, and now I will probably regret it for the rest of his time with us in the palace.
Francis walked close to me and stared with happiness; the most minor things I said to him made him happy; it was unbelievable. 

"You better not embarrass me in front of everyone" I looked at him, angry
"I would never mon Ami. I would never do anything to upset you" he smiled brightly at me.
Francis makes a big deal out of everything. Who knows if he will ever let this down? Perhaps he never will, and he will taunt me for the rest of my life. I shuddered at the thought and tried to ignore him for the rest of the night.

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Thanks for reading so far, I might make this book 20 chapters long.
Maybe