Arthur never liked to admit it but he could be a hopeless romantic at times despite him being a violent rugged outlaw. Especially when I came to Mary—the one that got away amongst his other lovers.

Yet his heart seemed to be reignited when I came to you, a lovely young thing. You were prefect, everything he would have dreamed of when he was a mere boy. But he wasn’t merely a boy, he was a grown 36 year old outlaw, and you still to fresh for him.

He pines after you, always enjoying your company. Yet even when he was the most madly in love with you, there were still times when you looked scarily young, even if you were still a legal adult.

Arthur couldn’t win. He just sat there wanting you as his sweetheart so desperately.