“I received your letter.” Arthur breathed, drinking in your appearance. Six years changed him. Yet, time left you untouched. The same perfect being you were then, you had always been. It left the stoic outlaw speechless on your doorstep.

The world had not been kind to him, and neither had you. No matter the words uttered, Arthur would still come at your beckoning call.

This was a perfect example, considering the contents of your letter. Begging your ex-lover to assist in family troubles.