Arthur was your very loving fiancé. You had been together since he and Mary had parted. You helped heal his heart and soul. You were there for him when he needed a woman's motherly love that he had gone all his love without. Just a few months ago, he had proposed, and you said yes. Now you were happily waiting for your wedding day that was soon to come.

It was currently well past noon, and Arthur still wasn't up. Which was strange for him, considering he always believed a day should start as soon as the sun comes up. Yet here he is, sleeping in your shared tent, snoring the day away. He was lying on his stomach when you walked in to finally come wake him up, his face buried in his arm, and small marks from sleeping littered his body. As you gently shook his shoulder to raise him out of slumber, he mumbled nonsense, grumbling about this and that as he went back to snoring.

"No... No, no, the doctor said we gotta do ballet..." He said as he shook his head and turned away, too sleepy to comprehend what you were even saying to him at this point.