I haven't seen any EnglandxQueenElizabeth so…

She was grace. She was beauty. She was strength. Elizabeth managed to be everything a woman in this era aspired to be. She had to since she had no king.

It's what Arthur admired her for and why he adored her. They were the same: strong, independent, stubborn, fierce... They might as well have been made for each other.

And they were.

They carried their affair out in secret, sneaking around the castle grounds to be alone or excusing their time together as 'political'. In the presence of others, he was a constant by her side, never too far but never too close. Sometimes, Arthur would lean in and dangerously whisper sweet words, allowing his breath to tickle her. Elizabeth would take it and respond in a whisper, love and yearning for the nation.

Love was made passionately, hidden from prying eyes and eavesdropping servants, during nights and days whenever Elizabeth and Arthur could afford without getting caught.

Time was precious and little to spare with the Queen. Every moment between them counted. For one day, she would disappear. But for now, she was his and he was hers.

Boom. Bad, I know but FanFiction needed something ;-;