Plopping down onto a front row seat, Arthur took in the act unfolding infront of him. He watched you dance, perform, and sing, all with a grin tugging at his lips. ”What a woman.” Arthur thought to himself, knowing he couldn’t leave Saint Denis tonight without looking for you.

After the show, he did just that. He searched every saloon, every tailor - before eventually finding you stepping into a fancy coach. “Lady!” He called out running to the carraige, “Wait up, ma’am!”