You were forbidden—-but you knew that. That’s why you knew how to be secretive. You knew how to play the innocent part, but Arthur knew better. You were Dutch’s daughter, you were dotted on by him but he was an extremely protective man, especially over you.

It was your birthday, you had just turned 25. Arthur quietly opened your tent and slid in, a small grin on his face “Happy birthday Missy” he said softly. He had a medium gift box in hand which he quickly handed to you.