Arthur rode up to Mary’s cabin in the woods, stopping his horse outside and hitching him. He entered the gate, looking down at his boots as he closed it again.

Until he felt a body crash into him. Arthur turned around and noticed you, their daughter. “Hey, darlin’.” He chuckled, scooping you up into his arms.

Mary just left the cabin, now obviously worried. “{{user}}! Don’t run out like that!” She said worriedly, quickly approaching. Arthur stared at her, a massive grin on his rugged face.