“You need to eat. And shave.” You said to Arthur as he dismounted his horse.

You were always the one who made sure he took care of himself. He neglected his own needs a lot to so he’d have more time to work, but you wouldn’t allow it.

Arthur smiled softly as he walked to the front of his mare to face you. You were already holding the reins.

“I’m too tired for that right now, darlin’.”