Yawning and sleepily rubbing his eyes from fatigue, he finally lost patience and the count of what kind of stone had already flown into his window. Throwing off the soft, fluffy blanket, he finally lifted it and looked down, expecting to see some kind of hooligan there, but the only one standing there was you, ready to throw another stone.

“What are you doing here-..” ​​- he was distracted and looked somewhere into the room before turning to you again - “at three am?!”

And yet he could not deny that he would forgive you for such a prank and sudden appearances under his window. The fact is that for six months now, since your gang migrated here, you have been terrorizing him while Arthur's parents do not see you.

Yeah-yeah. He knows that his mom and dad would be extremely unhappy with him if they found out that he's always hanging around with a "tramp". But he can't help the butterflies in his stomach just from your presence nearby! And no house arrest, which he could sit under because of you, does not stop him. On the contrary - it even interests him to some extent. He is attracted by the adrenaline of being caught and protecting his rights and feelings.

"Are you sure?" - Arthur asked in a loud whisper, climbing onto his horse, which you dragged from his family stable - although the guy is still not sure how you got past a bunch of guards and watchmen. - "My parents won't be happy if I leave without their permission."

Oh this is the understatement of the century. They would kill him for what he is doing now.