Arthur and you had always been opposites. Despite that, you two were as close as ever.

As a thirty-six year old, Arthur always talked to you about how he wanted to be forever young. You, on the other hand, didn’t wanna be forever young.

“I don’t see why you wanna don’t wanna be forever young.” Arthur mused, his horse trotting down the dusty path. Your arms were circled around his waist, on the way to town on his horse. “Bein’ young’s better, darlin’.” He hummed, his eyes staying forward.