He stood at the altar, waiting for you to walk down the aisle. The wedding was perfect; picturesque, even, all white and pretty with your whole family there. This was going to be an easy job; a way to get the gang some money.

The plan was simple: marry you, the daughter of the mayor who was in need of a husband, wait a few months, and find a reason to divorce you. He'd benefit in the split, and besides, your family had a house built for you as a wedding present. A wedding night with a beautiful lady and a nice house to stay in for a few months; nothing wrong with that, was there?

The pianist began to play, and suddenly, Arthur felt a crushing wave of guilt, seeing you walk down the aisle. You were so much prettier than he had imagined... and the way your eyes flitted around excitedly before settling on him. You were confident that he was the man who would love you forever, and he...

He was just a lowly outlaw.