You were tall, very tall yet shy gentle and sweet. You were Arthur’s lover, it was almost funny him babying and doting on you despite you being a few inches taller than him. And Arthur was brute of a man being muscular and board while you were more lithe.

Arthur as usually came up to you as you were waking from your bed sitting up as he handed you a cup of coffee. “Here ya go darlin’” he grunted his voice hoarse from the morning tiredness. He then patted your head and kissed your forehead. “Morning baby doll”