Forbidden love (FrUK)

Chapter nineteen

I sat outside, feeling the fresh breeze of the cold night on my skin. 
"Mon Cher, dinner is ready," I heard Francis call to me. We had been living in this cottage together for two weeks now, not a word has been heard of the palace, and if Isabel is trying to get those laws passed, but I have already seen some wanted posters for Francis and me, who knows if or when we will be found. 

"I am coming, Dear," I called to Francis standing up to go inside. I stood on the threshold and gasped at the sight.
"Oh, Francis..." I smiled at the dining room filled with candles, a beautiful set up with flowers, and the pleasant aroma of food. 

"I wanted to do something special for you Arthur, to show you my love for you," Francis got on one knee and held my hand.
"Arthur.....will you marry me?" I stared in shock for the obvious reason that I was already married(but I guess it does not count anymore) but because he actually asked, the love of my life just asked. 

He looked up at me with sweet eyes.
"Yes....of course" I smiled; he stood up quickly and gave me the biggest hug ever.
"And even if this love kills us both, I would not trade it for the world," he smiled at me leading me to the dinner he made.
After eating, he held out a hand for me to grab.
"What is it, Francis?" I asked
"Dance with me."
"There is no music, though" I laughed at his offer. He pulled me up from my seat.
"Ahhh who cares," he smiled and got into a waltz-style position.
"If being with you meant we have to hide for the rest of our lives, I will gladly do it if it means to be this content for the rest of my days." 
I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
"Now then, flattering won't get you anywhere," I laughed
"It got me this far," smiling, Francis pulled me in for a kiss as we continued to dance slowly to The nonexistent music.

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Two weeks later, there was a knock on the door. We soon realized that our moment of happiness was coming to an end. Francis told me to hide as he went to check. He hid me in a closet, and I tried staying quiet as much as possible. 

"Sir Francis, you are under arrest for going against the kingdom of England," was all I heard until slamming started. They were searching the house. I tried staying quiet in the closet, but they soon made their way to where I was hiding. The door opened, and they looked down at me.
"King Arthur.... we assumed you would be with Francis," the guard pulled me out and threw me to the ground. 

"A villager spotted both of you by this site and reported it," the other guard said, laughing.
"We thought both of you would be getting away with it," the guard pushed Francis and me to our knees and tied ropes around our wrists.
"The priest will not be pleased with you," the guard added. They pulled us up and started to push us out the door and force us to walk.

Francis and I were so shocked we could not say a word. During the three-hour-long walk, the guards tormented us, calling us names and pulling Francis's hair. They would make fun of his long hair, saying he looked like a girl. They would accuse him of tricking me into thinking he was as well. It was horrifying and was like the torment was nonstop.
One of the guards stopped me and held my chin up to look at him. 

"Let go, you English bastard," Francis yelled. The main guard taking amusement from all of this, pushed me to the ground and started beating Francis up. Francis has a disadvantage with his hands tied behind his back.
"No, please stop!" I begged, not being able to view the sight of it all. The men turned to me smiling, leaving Francis on the ground, spitting out blood.
One of them picked me up and pinned me to a tree as one of the other guards started to rub against my butt. 

"You are into this stuff, right? What a fucking F**got," one of them laughed and started to push his pelvis against mine. I was humiliated by what was happening; I could not bring myself to do anything. 

"Let go of him," Francis was able to stand up and hit the guard behind me hard with his head, knocking him out. The guard holding me still tackled Francis and started to hold him down.
"I ought to kill you right here, but it will be nice to see you get what you F**gots deserve," the guard hissed and got up from Francis. 

The man Francis knocked out finally stood up, and we continued walking to the castle. As we did, we continued to face torment and realization of our incoming doom. Francis and I were heavily beaten up when we arrived at the castle. We were lucky enough to stay together in a cell.
"Oh my, Arthur!" I heard a familiar voice call from outside the cell. I quickly got up and stepped closer to the door.

"What have they done to you?" Isabel asked sadly, looking at my beaten-up face.
"Were you able to do the plan?" I asked with hope still. She smiled and nodded.
"I was.....but the law does not take effect for another two days...." she answered sadly. I looked over at Francis in horror.

"What is it?" Isabel asked worriedly
"We are scheduled to be executed tomorrow at noon," I admitted. Her face sunk with disbelief as she started to cry. 

"Isabel...please do not cry...everything will be alright," I tried to reassure. I looked down at her and noticed something.
"Isabel.....your...you-."
"You noticed, huh.....we were able to conceive," she said happily. I looked over to Francis, who stayed in a slump. I understood why....since he got a bit jealous about Isabel.
"That is amazing," I whispered to her, trying not to let Francis hear. 

"I will do my best to try and push it forward. If I can do it, the charges will be dropped, and you would not have committed a crime. You will be king once again," Isabel reassures. I smiled at her and nodded. I did not care about being king anymore. I only cared that Francis would survive.
"Now then, I must go," Isabel slipped her hand through the bars and placed a hand on my cheek.
"Thank you, Isabel," I smiled. And she left.
I looked over to Francis and sat next to him. 

"I am sorry.....this is my fault," he said with such heartbreak in his voice.
"No ...please do not be sad," I begged and started to pull him into my arms.
"If I had never started to flirt with you, we would not be in this mess."
"No! Do not ever say that"
"Mon Cher... but it is true."
"No! Do you realize that you have been the best person ever in my life? I would do it all over again if it meant I had the chance to relive those fond memories," I placed my hands on his cheek and wiped his tears.
"I will always love you....till death do us part, but even then...I will not stop trying to be with you." I added. 

"Even if death faces us tomorrow.....I will not regret a single detail of those words you spoke and wrote to me," I smiled.
"Oh Arthur, if death is finally the price to be with you.....I will gladly take that option. Over and over again," Francis kissed my lips lovingly, and we lay close together....fearing the inevitable about to come once the night had passed.

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