Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter six

~Arthur POV ~
After the ceremony, there was a grand celebration at the castle where every single royal was there.

"Tell me something Arthur, how do you always look so beautiful every single day?" I heard a voice from behind me whisper.
"Sir Francis. I thought after our little discussion you would have given up on flirting with me," I turned to him.

"Ah, you are correct, mon Cher, but I can not resist," he smiled and stood closer to me.
"Listen, you need to be careful with what you say; someone might hear," I warned
"Oh really? I doubt that. But if you are worried, maybe we should talk in private?" Francis winked at me and pointed to the exit into the garden. I thought about his offer for a second until I agreed.

"Not long; they will come to look for me soon, most likely," I said starting to follow him. I have no idea what I am doing! I am acting on impulse instead of with my head. My split consciousness was telling me to go back, yet keep going and following him. 

Once we were outside, we both noticed how brightly the sky looked with the stars. 
"Listen, I know you do not want me to act this way, but I can not help my feelings toward you."
"But....but why," I stuttered out. But before Francis spoke, some people came outside as well.
"Come now, let us go somewhere private, away from everyone," I smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him inside the garden maze.

"Oh, mon Cher what a straightforward tactic," he laughed. I put my finger on my lips, gesturing for him to stay quiet while I guided him, which he did shortly after.
"Okay, here is perfect," I crossed my arms, sitting on a bench to look at him.
"To answer your question Arthur, I see something in you that I do not with anyone else. People around me always try and change themselves or try and be "better" for me while you do not. Mon Cher, you have stayed the same over all these years. And yet I still find myself fond of you as the day we met." 

I started to feel my cheeks grow red as he held my hand and sat by me.
"Oh, I er—Thank you... I ...um," I had no idea what to say; I felt like I was going to explode with all this emotion. I should not be feeling this way; I am the king of England. 

"You are the only one who treats me the same as he would anyone else. You do not have to change yourself for me, and you know that" Francis places his hand on my cheek and caressed it. 

"We really should get back," I started as he began to come closer. I should stop him, but I can't. It is as if my body was being weighed down by large bricks. My legs went numb, and my mind blank. I thought of standing up and leaving, but my body did not do what I was thinking of doing. I just sat there as he inched closer to me...to my lips. 

"Mon Cher, I would trade our future days of lavish fancies if it meant I could spend every morning and night by your side, far away from here...." his voice slowed as he was just centimeters away from me.
"Francis...." I said slowly, not fighting like I would have done with him or anyone else. I could not do it, no matter how much I tried. 

"Mon amour," he whispered above my lips before intertwining together.
I had never felt like this before; I closed my eyes in bliss, feeling his lips gently kiss mine. It was oh so lovely. But this was wrong; if people found out, we would be put to death. Yet I slipped deeper and deeper into this feeling of bliss and kissed back. 

I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him closer. Running my fingers through his soft blonde hair. As we separated, I was met by his beautiful blue orbs that seemed to look deep into my soul.
"Mon amour, I would do anything to live the rest of my days with you." Francis finished and smiled at me sweetly.
I had no words, though; how could I? I just went against my church. 

"We can not let anyone know still," I begged Francis. He nodded in agreement.
"This will be our little secret," He smiled and laughed at me. I stood up and pointed to the castle.
"We should head back," I said, trying not to seem nervous. I wanted to scream from embarrassment, but I had to keep myself composed no matter what. 

"Wait, not yet. This is the last day I will see you since I leave early in the morning. How about one dance," Francis asked as we stopped ignoring the music from the celebration.
"Alright, fine," I said, unsure but still went ahead and did it anyway. The music was soft and vibrant as if telling the story of two lovers. Francis held me closer and tighter as if he did not want to let me go. I breathed in for air, and he pulled away slightly. 

"Your eyes shine brighter than one hundred fireflies," Francis smiled continuously at me.
"Is complimenting me the only thing you can do?" I lifted an eyebrow at his continuous remarks.
"If it meant I got to see you smile, I would do it every second of the day, Arthur," he whispered into my ear. 

Once the music ended, I separated from his arms slowly and tried to fix myself.
"If only...." I turned to him, smiling. At that moment, I had never seen such a flushed Frenchman. His eyes turned from love to desire in a matter of seconds.
"Now you are teasing me, Arthur," Francis laughed and started to walk beside me.
"Not as much as I hope," I smiled as we continued to walk back to the party.

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