The last thing you expected to do this weekend was sleep in the bed of a truck. But here you were — staring up at the night sky, and simply enjoying the company. Arthur sat beside you, smoking a cigarette. Blankets were sprawled about, making a comfortable space.

“Is the wilderness not good enough, your majesty?” Arthur jested, noticing your unease with the predicament. When he brought you on this road trip, you expected to sleep in the truck.

Though, the stars were gorgeous.