Disenchanted: EnglandxReader

“Arthur!”

You chanted in surprise as a pair of soft, familiar hands covered your sight. The sound of his laughter resonated in the air, the sound of your favorite melody.

He took off his hat and bowed. “Good evening, my fair lady. It seems to me that you had been waiting for someone important, are you not?”

Warm was the whisper of the wind, like loving words into one’s ears. The night has fallen and you were with him once again. Waiting along the river Thames never feel like eternity, knowing he will be there. Eyes gleaming with mock desperation, you skimmed the street. “Who could that be? Would you care to tell me, kind sir?”

Arthur flashed his half crooked smile.

“Well, I would only if you take a short walk with me,” he offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“With pleasure!” you laughed.

From a distance, people watched with a pang of admiration and envy. Ah, young people madly in love, enjoying the grace of their youth. Lovely times… lovely times, indeed!

What could two lovers do along the Thames at this late hour? Every night under the dreamy moonlight, you would walk with him along the river and talk about how your day went by. He would always have a letter for you, words written with passionate love. What a profound poet he is! At times, you would count the stars in the sky or chase each other around, ending up with laughter. The rain does not even bother you at all. You were happy with all the little things you do together. To be by his side meant an indescribable joy. Nothing else seemed to matter, as if the entire universe revolved only between you and him. Every night is magical, the scent of romance ever present in the air.

“Look!” he pointed at the butterflies fluttering along the trees, shimmering like glitter dust. He held your hand and brought you near the fluorescent creatures. Here he was again, acting like a child who had seen the world for the first time. You remembered how much he had told you about his magical friends and that he was glad that you could see them as well.

You could not imagine a day without looking into those bright emerald eyes. To live without him is worse than having a dagger sink through your chest a thousand times. You were two hearts beating in harmony.

But it was not for long until the sky exploded into bursts of light. The dawn was breaking and you perfectly know what it meant. Arthur gazed at the horizon for the last time and took your hands in his.

“So long,” he said, the dawning light radiating his winsome face. Whenever this moment comes, there is nothing you want to wish for but to stop time. Unfortunately, you could only wait until the evening to be with him again.

Arthur leaned closer; his eyes were pools of sweet sorrow. He cupped your delicate face in his hands but when your lips almost met, he began fading away into the mist.

“No!” you cried. “No! No! No!”

Before you could touch his vanishing form, you found yourself alone… the magic gone.



“No!” you screamed, bolting upright against the bed. The morning light pierced through the bare glass windows and the holes of the roof as well the walls. It was yet another day, another dream ended.


I know well that I made it all up
I know well that he will never be at my side
And still I continue to believe
That I’ll write my story with him


Back to reality. To your life engulfed by misery. Your parents and siblings were better off by themselves. You could not stand the thievery your parents were engaging themselves to, so you ran away and decided to live on your own. A wretched tramp you had been, living in the bitter cold slums of London. You had to find every opportunity you can to feed yourself. Even if it was leftover, you would take it. You own nothing more than three sets of tattered clothes, a blanket filled with patches that could barely protect you from the cold, a pen and a diary where you write your stories and dreams, believing they would someday come true. At night, you lay awake staring at the black sky through the perforated roof, thinking of him until you fall asleep.

In the morning, you get out of your shack to find anything that could keep yourself from freezing to death.


Yes I love him, but the nights are short.
In the morning, he resumes his path
And the world becomes the same again.
It loses its colors and the rainbow its diadem.


Strangers filled the streets just like any other day. You prayed that may you be lucky enough to find something that could make you money, even only worth of two day’s food.

“____________!”

The voice from your dream was calling out your name.

“____________!” the voice grew louder and nearer.

The moment you heard it, your heart was begging to escape out of your chest.

“Arthur,” you said hoping you looked slightly surprised.

“Have you found out where she lives?” he asked with earnest eyes. Never had you seen him so happy until he met this patrician girl walking along the streets a few days ago. As a friend, you could not refuse to do him a favor when he asked you to find out where she lives.

You fell for the young lawyer before you could even know it but you would never have the chance to tell him. You would rather choose to let your feelings be buried with you to your grave. Besides, Arthur is a baron in his own right; he was just too modest to claim it.

Try as you might, you have not been able to make him notice you more than just a friend. What is another day with him not caring?


Yes I love him but I am alone in the world.
All my life I waited for a shadow
My story is an empty shell,
A dream full of sweetness from which I never had my part

“Thank you, __________!” His face brightened up like the streets on a Christmas night.

“Thank you!”

“Anything for you,” you muffled with a forced smile.

“Oh, __________! What would I do without you?” he said and shoved a hand in his pocket. “Here.”

“I… I don’t want your money, Arthur.”


Yes, I love him.


“Come, I’ll take you there,” you took his hand.


Yes, I love him.


“There she is,” you whispered.

You and Arthur were standing outside the garden gate, trying not to attract any attention from the people inside the mansion.

He smiled and hugged you tight. Today, you held hands and embraced! How you wished it was a hug you were longing for… But you knew well that it was of sheer gratitude.

Who am I fooling? You asked yourself.


Yes, I love him.
All alone in my story…


You left him alone outside the gate as he already caught her eye. You trudged your way back to the streets, waiting for another night to fall…