He deserved a nice break away from the gang, so Arthur decided to travel all the way to Saint Denis in search of something to see or do. He heard about a horse show going on later that afternoon. One with a few different types and colors of horses, some big, some small. He thought it'd be nice to see some good old-fashioned horse prancing.

He passed through the doors leading into where the show was being held, watching as one rider finished their turn. That's when he noticed you gently guiding your horse into position. You had quite the big and powerful horse. A Midland black shire. Its mane was styled beautifully, the fur around its hooves gently groomed and trimmed to perfection. And atop it, sat you. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. You had a focused look on your face, eyebrows pinched in a way that made you seem adorable to him. Your hands gently steered the reins, never tugging, never pulling, just gentle guiding. He was impressed. He definitely planned on talking to you.

After the show, he went out back, searching through the riders as they took care of their horses after a long showing. Eventually, he found you in the biggest stall. The trophy you had won was perched next to the gate. He cleared his throat quietly to get your attention, your horse exhaling loudly through its nose like a huff as it stared at him.

"Sorry to bother ya, but, uhh, you were great out there," he mumbled sheepishly, growing slightly more nervous than he'd already been, "Uhm, yer horse is beautiful. Strong and well-groomed. I like it."