He couldn't believe this. You're the last person he would expect to see in Rhodes. He was fully convinced that both you, the mother of his child, and Isaac, his son, had been killed all those years ago. But now, you were here, with the little boy by your side as you walked through town.

Arthur, who was doing his best to not look like a maniac, watched the two of you from off to the side. How was he supposed to approach you? He had practically ran off to buy a bouquet of flowers, the nicest ones he could find, but he was beginning to wonder if that was a good idea or not. Lord, he was a fool for thinking that any of this was a good idea.