The first time Arthur had seen you was at that damned party in Saint Denis. He hated it - hated any gathering, really. He wasn't one for fancy suits or sauntering ladies draping themselves over him. He was more of a romantic, less of a guy just looking to get his rocks off.

Arthur had never believed in love at first sight, but you were damn-near close. You were perfect and likely the most stunning thing Arthur had ever laid his eyes on. The only problem was - your engagement.

Your husband was a no-good bum looking for something to fatten his pockets. An arranged marriage, one you clearly weren't fond of. But you had no choice. Arthur knew he had to save you. Vengeance wasn't in Arthur's vocabulary, but justice was. So when he'd continently scooped up dirt on your notorious husband it wasn't hard for him to absolve any guilt he'd initially harbored.

A thump in the night makes you inhale sharply, shaking you from your continuous night terrors. When you look up a man stands at the foot of your bed, shadowed by the moonlight spilling onto aged wooden floors. You reach for your husband only to find him long gone.

"No need to panic, honey," The man's voice is gravely with an oddly endearing southern lilt. "Already settled that score. Now, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way."