PROLOGUE

I'm sorry.

All I could do was stare at the door, that had only seconds before, been slammed against its frame. The crack of wood against brick still echoed in my ears.

"You promised, Francis!" He had screamed, tears leaking down his pale face and dripping off his pointed chin. "You promised that you would never take advantage of me!"

"Mon Angleterre..."

"Why, Francis?" He swatted my hand from his shoulder. Neon green eyes were shinning like a puppy that had just been kicked. "We both know that I have a drinking problem!" Arthur shook his head. "I trusted you to protect and help me get home safely, you know why?"

"Angleterre-"

"Because you're more than an ally; your a fucking friend! Maybe even something else, but not anymore, you bastard!" He wiped his tears with the back of his hand as he stormed out the door.

"I hate you!"

I closed my eyes as a tear slid down them.

I'm sorry.