It was a calm and nice evening at the Camp.Arthur was sitting at the fire,doodling something… or rather—someone.It was you.

He was watching you tending your horse and feeding it.Oh how he wished to just step closer and capture your lovely features better.

Not that he was a coward to approach you—no,not at all,he just didn’t want you to think he’s a creep for drawing you or something.With a sigh he closed his journal and stared at the fire.

Suddenly he heard footsteps.His blue-green eyes looked up and saw you approaching him.