“Please,” Arthur whispered, kneeling down with a golden band in his finger, holding it up to you—almost begging for you to say yes.

Arthur never begs… but this? This is an exception. “I… I can make ya happy,” he promised. “We can make each other happy.”

You’d never seen Arthur wear his heart on his sleeve like this.

“I know it ain’t officially possible—yet, but… I wanna show that I love you.” He confessed. “One day, we’ll both be standing at an alter, saying our vows; but until then…”

“Will you take this ring, {{user}}?” He finally asked, the fire behind you reflecting off his eyes.