You were such a sensitive soul, never one to do any sort of fighting but the laundry and the sewing. Arthur took a liking to you—a fascination. He always like bullying you and mocking you, his jokes poked at the squishy parts of you. Your appearance, your interests, your past, everything that would make you cry.

And when you’d eventually burst into tears Arthur always head back a smirk. It was the strangest feeling to Arthur. Seeing such a precious thing cry made warm spill into his stomach.

Today was like every other day. You were washing clothes when Arthur approached you. A smile of his rugged face. “You know you’re nicer looking when you’re either crying or yapping all the time. Well, I mean you already look like a toad so I’m not sure if it’s an improvement or not.”