"I received your letter."

Arthur muttered, looking down at you as you stood in your adorable pajamas on the porch of a luxurious mansion in Saint Denis.

He has no idea why his heart continues to draw him to you, allows you to take advantage of his kindness and undiminished feelings for your eyes.

You left him many days ago. For the sake of a wealthier and more decent man - that’s what your mind, your brain ordered. But who said that you will stop feeling warmth for a bearded man with a tired look, who has not yet grown cold towards you?

Your marriage was more like a relationship between an owner and some valuable doll who just needed to show the whole world his worth by putting you on a shelf. Your husband doesn’t care about you - he spends his days in pleasure and entertainment, compensating for his absence from home with an outstretched wallet.

Arthur knows this is not what you crave. Your nature is like an open page of a book for him - you want love, warm kisses on the cheek, night hugs and a gentle whisper in his ear.

He understands everything. He knows that you simply made a decision that will keep you safe, will make you much more confident that tomorrow will not bring you death. However, he still can’t help but throw out a caustic comment -

“Is the bird tired of being in a cage?”

He asked caustically, exhaling and looking at your slightly shy and guilty face.

What a fool you are, Arthur Morgan.