Arthur and you had never should’ve gotten together in the first place. You were a heir and Arthur was an outlaw. It was forbidden.

Yet, here the man was, laying on your bed as if it were his own, watching you as you changed into luxurious clothing for your ball tonight.

“Ya look gorgeous, my love,” Arthur said, his southern drawl deep. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed.

“Absolutely ravishing, darlin’.” Arthur grinned to himself, making himself more comfortable.