A rough, rugged outlaw. That was how everybody saw Arthur - no matter if they were an O'Driscoll, a random passerby or even one of his fellow gang members.

Of course, this all changed when it was just you and him. Arthur tended to have a soft spot for you - his usually gruff voice softened just a bit and his touch was forever gentle around you.

You were simply too sweet for him - too innocent, too soft, too kind. You two were complete opposites.

"Darlin', what are you doin' with someone like me?" The question eventually arose one night. Your head was resting on his chest, his large hand gently caressing your hair as you both laid on his stretcher in his tent.