Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter seven

~Arthur POV ~ (I think this book will mostly be him)
~Time Skip~
It has been almost one year since my coronation and although many suitors have been presented to me, I could not say yes to any of them. So, I kept stalling and rejecting them as much as I could. I only really wanted one person. But I could not.

I continued to receive letters from Francis but I could never bring myself to open them, so I stashed them away where no one could see, or find them.
"Your highness, another letter from Francis has arrived," I turned to the maid holding the letter and I nodded walking to take it. However, this letter was different from all the other letters. I waved my hand for the maid to leave and sat down at my desk to open the pink-colored envelope. 

Using my knife, I cut a slit on the envelope and opened it. Anxious to read it I quickly opened it.

"On behalf of the kingdom of France, we invite you to Sir Francis's 27th birthday on July 14th.

Theme: masquerade"

I set the letter down.
"I forgot his birthday was coming up," I said to myself feeling bad for forgetting. I turned to look at today's date it was July the 13th. I got up quickly at this realization.
"That damn bastard sent it to me too late!" I yelled, causing a maid to step in and check on me.
"Sir, are you alright?"

"Yes....haha, please, call down a carriage, I will be taking a trip to France tonight and will be visiting for about two days," I calmed myself and asked. The maid nodded and obeyed my orders leaving suddenly. I was still a bit distracted that he sent it late. It is about a 10-hour journey without stopping. I breathed out deeply and headed to my room and have someone pack some clothes for me and for the theme. 

"Your highness, the carriage will be here shortly and we are working to have your bags packed," the maid smiled nicely. I nodded to her and changed into something more suitable for traveling overnight. As soon as I get to France I am going to hit him over the jaw. I laughed at my plan to hit him not realizing that it was time for me to go. I guess I had been daydreaming for a while until I snapped out of it. 

"Sir, your carriage is ready" the maid smiled.
I really do not mind the ride, I always loved to look out the window and look at the beautiful landscape.  Suddenly a thought dawned upon me. I was ready to go quickly, yet I did not think about what to say to Francis when I saw him. I am sure he will want to know why I have not answered his letters. I would have to lie and say I was too busy, which I have not been. I did not want my heart to get more trapped than it already was. I shan't admit my feelings. He only was messing with me by flirting. How I feel is nonexistent, and I should not dwell upon the thought any longer. 

"Give me one moment," I asked the maid and walked back to my room.
I dug through my closet and took out a small box, bringing it with me onto the carriage. Although I told myself I would not look at them, a sudden rush went through me telling me to. However, I stared at the box for a very long time. Fighting the urge not to open it. "One peek won't hurt," I thought to myself slowly going towards it. There was another side pulling me back from it though. That side was saying.

"If you do it, you will never get away from that feeling and go into a deeper void."
Yet the other side was saying.
"If you do it, you know all you will feel is bliss and content."
It was like my consciousness was splitting in half from my indecisiveness. From my desire to do it but not be able to go through with it.

"Just one," I said to myself and took off the lid of the box. I searched through it to find the first one that was sent, which was not hard since there were only thirty, which was like he was sending me two a month. I slowly opened it and started to look at the beautiful cursive letters before beginning to read it.

"Mon Cher, I can not stop thinking of the moment we shared. Your beautiful eyes glistened in the moonlight, and I, Stared right into them. I wish to be with you always, but I see that is not a wish of yours. Although it pains me every night I think about it, I can not ignore it. To be able to hold your soft hand, to caress your soft cheek in my own palm is what keeps me going. You are the flower that blooms in my soul, you are mon amour. Is it too much to ask for, to have you? To love you? I would go against any law in this day and age if it meant I would have the chance to kiss your sweet lips and feel you underneath my breath. You are my ray of sunshine, mon Cher. If you do not reply, I understand; being able to write my words to you is a greater gift in itself than anything else I could wish for. My love for you is infinite as the stars as long as I see your shining face.

~Francis"

I sat back, breathing out. I had to stay calm so as not to cause a disturbance to the person that was above me. 

This did not help a bit. The other half telling me not to was correct. I did fall more profoundly into the void. Yet the other half was correct too. Although I fell deep, it was the void of bliss and content that I fell inside. That void in which I could no longer escape.

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