Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter fourteen

After finishing dinner, I offered to walk him back to his room. Which he gladly accepted.
"You are acting strangely," he turned to me as we stopped outside of his door.
"Me? Not likely," I smiled before he entered his room I stopped him quickly.
"Wait, I have something for you," I tried to not get so embarrassed, he looked shocked yet happy.
"Here" I took the letter out of my pocket handing it to him. He examined it for a second, and the realization hit him. 

"Oui, I see," he looked eager to rip the letter open to read it.
"I will leave you to it," I nodded and started to walk away, seeing him step into his room slowly. I walked to my study and saw one of the maids by my desk looking at a paper.
"I do not need my desk cleaned," I said, walking closer. She looked up at me in horror dropping the paper I suppose she read. 

"What is it?" I walked closer and saw it was one of Francis's letters. Damn it! I thought I had put all of them away. I snatched the letter from the desk and shoved it into my pocket.
"How much did you read?" I asked, almost angry at my stupidity.
"No...not much your majesty," the maid continued to look horrified at me.
"You are to tell no one of this, is that clear?" I ordered. She nodded scared and ran off.
"Fuck," I said in my head, kicking my desk. I composed myself to try and calm down; I am such a fool. This will not end well if it gets out. I took out all the letters from my desk and took them to my main room. I quickly went through my wardrobe until I found my box filled with the other letters. 

"I have to get rid of these," I thought to myself sadly. Burning them is the best option. I jumped from the knock at my door horrified as I shoved the box into my closet.
"Come in..." I managed to say, stuttering. Yet it was Francis. I felt relief climb over me seeing him. But reality hit me once more. I looked down at his hand, and it was the open letter. Closing the door behind him, Francis walked closer to me.
"Arthur....I understand" he smiled. 

"This is not good, Francis!" I said worriedly not meaning to cut off what he was saying. He saw the worry on my face and came closer patting my back to calm me down.
"What happened, Arthur?" He tried getting me to speak.
"The maid.....she saw a letter from you," my eyes widened, saying out loud. Francis looked at me horrified trying not to freak out. 

"How did this happen?" he asked, leading me to a seat by my bed.
"I must have left one out by accident, without realizing it. I am such an idiot to make a mistake like that," I slapped my forehead at the thought.
"Francis, if she says something, we will be put to death," I said even more scared. He started to pat my back, trying to calm me.
"Do not worry, mon Cher, I will not let that happen. 

"For the next few days, we will make sure this does not get out." Francis worriedly said, trying to reassure me. He rubbed circles on my back as I started to breathe normally once more.
"Yes, you are right," I said sadly.
"I read your letter Arthur" placing his hand on my cheek, he smiled, defeated.
"All I want is your eternal happiness, Arthur; not being able to see that will prevent mine," Francis placed a kiss on my cheek and pulled away smiling.
"I know we might be in a little trouble, but do not lose hope," he smiled.
"Yes ...you are right" I smiled back and kissed him on the lips.
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The next few days were hell and bad paranoia. Francis and I studied everyone, making sure they would not say anything. Thankfully it had not gone to that. Once Francis was expected to arrive back in France, I kept watch on the maids. But nothing happened. I felt relief but also worried about more things. I decided not to burn the letters, I could not bring myself to burn them. If those letters are the death of me, then so be it.
Months pass, and nothing happens; it is as if it was a bad dream that was going away. However, with the wedding arriving soon, I could not focus correctly. 

A month before the wedding arrived, I was in charge of making sure the invitation letters were sent. I personally made sure that Francis received one. Although I should not have, I needed him there for support and reassurance. Thankfully he responded to my invitation after a week and a half. I was hoping he would say something.

"Dear Arthur,
Although it will pain me to watch the ceremony, I understand you wish me to be there. I will go for you and only you; just try not to make me fall harder than I have already fallen for you. My love Arthur, by now, I am prepared for anything you have to throw at me. I am looking forward to seeing you once more before you are married.

Yours truly, Francis."

I smiled at his reply; I felt relief from reading it. Hopefully, this wedding moves smoothly as possible. 

Isabel is sweet; I would not want to disappoint her even more. As we inch closer and closer to the wedding, she, too, is feeling sad about it. Yet, she is so willing to do anything for her country of Spain, I strive to be as selfless as possible, but it never works out at times. I looked over to her, sitting on a sofa in my study sowing. She seemed to grow calm doing that. That made me happy at the very least, to not see her feel the way I am feeling, miserable.

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