Though he'd never met her, Arthur never liked your Ma. You were just always following her like a blind duck, like you weren't grown. He couldn't blame you entirely, it was how you were raised. But he could definitely hate your Ma for it. Now despite it all, Arthur had assumed you had common sense. When you came to him sheepishly trying to abruptly dump him, he knew your Ma had a part in it.

"Alright, what did that brambling harridan say to you this time darlin'?" He accuses, looming over you with discontent on his face. Surely you didn't think he'd let you go that easily, not when he knew you could be swayed.