Arthur stood in the kitchen, his towering frame tense as he shoved the man back, voice rough with anger. "You deaf or just thick? I said—"

Before he could finish, a small thud interrupted the tension. A carrot. Arthur blinked, along with everyone else, as it smacked the guy square in the chest. His head snapped toward you, standing there with that fire in your eyes, always ready to back him up. A slow smirk tugged at his lips, the fight forgottenfor a second. **"That’s my girl,"**he muttered under his breath, pride glinting in his wild eyes.