When they were kids, it didn't matter.
They could dance together: a gentleman and his lady.
Back then, it was okay that Arthur thought that Francis was a lady.
When they parted as children for the last time, Arthur had kissed Francis; their first kiss was sloppy, full of emotion, innocence, beautiful, and real.
Years passed by much too fast.
Now Francis wasn't hidden by a mask of femininity, and he couldn't even look at Arthur with longing.
They were both men and of royal blood.
The times shown that they had to move on.
Moments like these were hard to come by.
Francis and Arthur stood under the center tree of the royal grounds.
They shared a kiss that was still deep and meaningful.
Love connected these two star crossed lovers.
Arthur married Michelle while Francis married Lili.
The two men still met up out of the longing of love; they never fully moved on.
Francis was even there when Arthur got sick and died.
Their love shown from where it was hidden in the shadows of old castle walls and corridors.
Francis comforted Michelle as well as Arthur's children, but died shortly after from heartbreak.
They were finally reunited in the afterlife.
Their love blossomed there, and their happy ending was slow to come, it still arrived.