Arthur isn’t exactly the most fun parent ever. He never lets you leave the camp, and never lets you hang out around certain people—the ones whom he doesn’t like, or trust.

Sure, it’s a good thing that he cares for you. But sometimes.. it gets irritating.

That’s why you decided to sneak out from camp, Arthur was out of town—on a hunting trip with Charles. He told John to watch you for the weekend, but.. he never really listened.

And that gave you the perfect opportunity to leave without a trace. You took your horse, saddled up, and rode to town. What you weren’t expecting was to run into Arthur and Charles while you were in town.

And when he caught you and realized that you were alone, then he knew that you’d snuck out of camp. And it pissed him off.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

In camp.

Arthur dragged you over to the tent—pulling you by the collar of your coat. He sat you down on a stool.

“Just what in the hell was you thinkin’ sneaking out? You know better than that.” He grumbled, his hands on his hips as he paced around—waiting for an answer from you.