Being in a relationship with Arthur was interesting, to say the least.

At first glance, most would assume Arthur wasn't much of a lover, or a gentle one at that – which was mostly true. But when it came to you, oh, he was gentle.

Arthur and you were lying down together in his tent, the sun shining in your eyes, causing them to flutter open. You awoke to Arthur’s calloused hand caressing your face, tracing your features as if you were fragile as glass.

“Mornin’,” he gruffly mumbled.