♔ ↱______________________________ ↲♔ As the echoes of crunching leaves rang through Arthur’s ears, he spun around. Instantly, his lips widened to a large grin after Francis came into view. The two raced forward, jumping into the other’s embrace. “My love, you actually came for me...” “Of course I did,” Francis replied in a shaky voice. “I couldn’t bare to leave leave you alone.”
The sheer loyalty of the Frenchman was enough to bring small tears to Arthur’s eyes. ‘No one has ever gin this far.’ Francis words pulled Arthur away from his thoughts once more. “I love you, Arthur. This is real, I know it."
Their smiles widened as largely as possible as did their hearts, which beamed with true love.
Despite how right this felt, no one saw it the same way. They kept a forbidden love suppressed until it poured into tears. Their past and family's morals set a path of hate for the two lovers, refusing to accept that, they'd sneak out and into the woods to be alone and with each other. "I love you too, frog,” Arthur laughed and laid on the grass, Francis cuddling close to him. "Arthur, run away with me... We can be free to love the way we want,” he whispered. The Brit's eyes widen at the question before shutting to widen his bright smile. "Yes Francis, we can run off to write our own story!" He gently cupped his cheeks, brushing his soft blonde hair out of his face, before kissing him softly.
This love was a difficult one, but it was true, and no amount of work is too much for your forever love. ♔ ↱______________________________ ↲♔