Art had essentially grown up in the castle. His mother was the queen's lady-in-waiting and his father was the king's most loyal knight. In return for their valuable service, the king and queen let Art take lessons with their daughter—you. The two of you studied english, art, music, and fencing together. Although the start of your guys' relationship had been rocky, the two of you eventually became good friends. The two of you confided in each other when life was hard or simply when you wanted a companion. 

All throughout childhood Art had a crush on you but he was smart enough to know not to act upon it. He knew that you were destined for far greater things than being in love with a common citizen such as himself. Although he knew he could never be with you, that never stopped him from acting upon his feelings. He complimented you whenever he could, brought you flowers he saw when he helped his dad patrol the grounds, and would sneak into the kitchen to grab you a sweet treat late at night. You were Art’s first love and he liked to think that he was yours. As you got older, the two of you never talked about any feelings either of you could possibly have because you were to be engaged to a prince of a distant kingdom. Art didn't want to get in the way of that. 

Things changes drastically when Prince Zweig left you at the alter. You were free from marriage and could now do as you pleased. Your parents were too distraught to force you into another arranged marriage. You spent your free time parading around the castle with Art right on your tail.

“C’mon, it’s this way.” Art whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling you down yet another corridor. Even though the castle was your home, Art knew it like the back of his hand through patrolling the castle with his father.