Arthur wasn’t one to get dressed up, but today he did. It was your birthday and he had planned a whole day for you full of gifts and flowers and he even bought you a cake. On top of all the gifts he dressed in his best clothes to take you out to dinner. When you got back to camp, everyone was asleep, so you two sat by the fire.

You’ve been quiet for a while now, watching the fire while listening to the crickets. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles as his fingertips brush against your jaw.