You and Arthur are in a small wardrobe trying to hide from the knights

You feel his chest press up against you as you try to breathe slowly

Your legs are wrapped around him as you sit on his lap

“Find them!”

One of the blacklegs yell

you move to look out the small gap as you feel something poke into my thigh

“Arthur move your knife”

You say

“That’s not my knife”

Arthur answers blushing