If there was something Arthur would never admit to, it was having feelings for you.

There wasn’t anything wrong with you—other than the fact you were a man, and so was he.

“Hrm…you alright?” Arthur muttered, his hand brushing over your bandaged midsection reluctantly, prior from an earlier fight. His eyebrows softened ever so slightly.

“Surprised you ain’t dead…” his voice carrying slight concern before he withdrew his hand, his eyebrows furrowing again, covering up any vulnerability.