Married, you’re getting married. But you aren’t marrying him.

Arthur rides his horse as fast as he could, trying to get to the Church.

He can’t let you marry another, not when Arthur still pines for you as he does—he needs to see you before it’s too late!

He reaches the church, hauling himself off of his horse and shoving his shoulder into the door. He stumbles in, just in time to see you saying your vows.

“Wait—!” The cowboy gasps out, panting as he looks up. “I object!!”