Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter thirteen

"Your hair is as if it were of silk, your skin soft is pure pleasure, your eyes bright of that of the ones in the night sky, you smile, bright as the summers morning, you smell is as if soaked with the purest flower, Arthur you are my sun ray of happiness, you are the reason I awake with such happiness morning after morning, you are the hope that gives my heart light and love, Arthur you are that of the greatest love."

The letters continue to amaze me, and the poems and sentences pouring out his desire and love break through my heart's unbearable ache. I looked at the time and realized I had been reading the letters for five hours straight! It was already seven at noon. There was a sudden knock at the door, causing me once again to scramble to hide the letters.
"You May enter," I yelled, trying to act natural.
"Hello, your majesty; dinner will be ready shortly."
"Very well, I just have one more thing to finish; tell Sir Francis that I will be expecting him at dinner," I smiled, wiping my desk. The maid smiled brightly at me, nodding and leaving. As soon as the door shut, I quickly took out a pen and paper. I will, in turn, write Francis a letter. It will not be as extravagant as his, but I hope my message will be clear. Dipping the pen in ink, I started to write.

"My dearest Francis,
I continue to read the letters you have written to me in amazement. However, I can not grasp something around my head. That is the fact of how truly you have affected my heart. My dearest Francis, I also struggle with these feelings of mine, the unbearable struggle to not have you all to myself, the self-control I try to manage around you whenever your smile manages to creep up sweetly. I ask for your forgiveness for dragging you in so deep. The letters you sent me will always send a feeling of bliss through my heart as I try and figure out what to do with myself. My dearest Francis, will you accept my apology as I also confess my heart to you? Will you accept the reality in which we live? in which I would not be able to express how I feel in front of everyone fully? Will you still accept me? Francis, for years my heart had been in a knot, twisting back and forth of my feelings for you, until I realized and understood how I felt, yet in denial. Your words healed my broken wounds and found their way into my heart. I love you, Francis, I love you as if you were the air coursing through my veins, I love you as if you were the sunshine in my future days, I love you as you and nothing more. My dearest Francis forgive the trouble I caused you; I mean no harm to your feelings; I only mean to keep you safe so that I will forever, for the rest of my days see you smile radiantly, even if it were separately. Francis, this is my letter of love to you, the letter in which I show my love and gratitude or you. This letter which I hope closes the gate of emptiness you are feeling, and the endless void I am trapped in.

With love always, Arthur."

I folded the letter nicely and put it in an envelope sealed closed. I walked out of my study and to the dining hall to meet Francis for dinner. I will give him the letter afterward. Hopefully, my feelings were expressed well enough through this letter. 

I fixed my hair and dusted off my shoulder, getting ready to see Francis. It would only be just him and me for dinner, so hopefully, it will not be so awkward while the maids and butlers watch us eat. 

"Bonjour, Arthur," Francis bowed at my presence.
"No need to be so formal," I laughed, looking around, so no one saw how embarrassed I was.
"Come now; dinner is ready." He smiled.
"Do you not know it is not good to have someone waiting?" he added, laughing as we sat down.
"Pish posh; there was no harm in being five minutes late," I laughed, seeing him so happy.
"Now, why were you cooped up in the study all day?" He asked curiously, placing his chin on top of his palm. 

"Ahh, yes... I had much business to take care of," I smiled at him.
"Is that so? Mon Ami, I hope the kingdom is not working you to death," he laughed and started to cut his steak.

"Of course not; I am always five steps ahead of everyone else," I smiled. The mood was different this time. It was filled with happiness and pleasure; now, thinking about it, Francis and I had never eaten together like this; even if maids and butlers were waiting to tend to us, it had never been one-on-one.

"I am not surprised you are," He smiled. I felt something rub against my leg under the table, and I grew red, realizing what was happening. Francis is trying to flirt. I turned away to cover my blush from him. 

"Indeed, reading and writing are my skills," I smiled
He stopped suddenly at the way I said it. He must have realized I was talking about the letters.
"Of course, you have great skill in those; you never cease to amaze me, mon Che- Ami," he corrected quickly so no one would be suspicious.

"How long would you like to stay? You can for as long as you want" I smiled at him.
"Oh, you are flattering me, your majesty; I shall stay as long as you see fit," he said professionally. I nodded at his words and continued to eat dinner. It was a lovely night. I wish it were like this all the time.

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