Arthur couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at you, his head quickly returning to his journal—you were his muse. Arthur always enjoyed doodling in his journal but every now and then he would sit you down and have you pose for him. You didn’t mind of course and you would always ‘Oooo’ and ‘awww’ over his drawings of you.

Arthur had you sat on a stool with one leg up and bent with your head laying against your knee, Arthurs handkerchief tied tightly around your neck—-he loved it.