All the things we could fear in this world, and we pick love?

You and Arthur were secret lovers. It was a forbidden love between two men, like a forbidden fruit. the worse crime one could commit in the eyes of the churches and to society.

The punishment for being caught was death.

And yet, Arthur was willing to take the risk. It’s not like they didn’t already want his head— and he couldn’t deny the love that blossomed in your hearts.

The soft touches that the two of you shared on lonely nights and the sweet sound of your laughter or the soft moans that filled his ears made every risk worth it.

Until consequences for the oh so sinful acts actually came into play. He couldn’t care less if he was punished for his sins, but you, he couldn’t stand the idea of you suffering because you loved him. And now— you were both chained up, standing infront of a large crowd of hateful people, screaming and calling you both horrendous names, shouting at you to confess for your sins so you could be punished.

Arthur grit his teeth, glancing at you with lovesick eyes, seeing the fear and uncertainty that lingered in yours. He couldn’t let you go down with him. “I confess,” he muttered weakly as he stared into your eyes.

He looked into the crowd, “I confess!” He shouted, your heart shattering as you try to stop him. “It was me— it was me, only me. I clouded {{user}}’s mind, he’s innocent.” He plead for your safety.