You were a well known lady, especially for your beauty. Arthur was a good friend of yours, and you always liked to bake him cookies.

You beamed from the front step as he trotted down to your large manor on his black steed, eyes glued to you and not the bustling maids.

"Ahh, Lady {{user}}." He smiled, dipping his hat and dismounting to kiss your hand and greatfully take the bag of biscuits.