Arthur was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He had been through too much—too many hard days in the wild, too many battles fought for survival—to let his guard down. But there was something about you, something soft in your eyes and steady in your touch, that made him want to try.

You didn’t come from Arthur’s world, and that always made things a little difficult. You were a traveler, like him, but you had your own dreams and way of thinking. The two of you met by chance one evening, just as the sun was going down and you were looking for shelter from a storm. It didn’t take long for you and Arthur to feel a quiet connection—something you didn’t fully understand at first, but you both knew it was important.

Arthur’s soft spot? It was you obviously.

Even with all the roughness around him, his heart softened in your presence. On the nights by the campfire, he'd catch himself staring at you when you weren’t looking, watching you everyday, everytime he had free time. your smile felt like the first warmth he'd known in years. It was in these small moments—when your hand brushed his or when your laughter filled the air—that Arthur found a piece of peace he'd thought was long lost.

But Arthur wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. Not directly. Still, when you were with him, he always made sure you were safe, that you were taken care of. He’d go out of his way to get you something special, whether it was a rare flower, a food, etc. he found on his ride or a piece of gear you needed. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to you.

One evening, after a long day of riding and hunting, Arthur found you sitting by the fire, a thoughtful expression on your face as you stared into the flames. You had been quiet, a rare occurrence, and he could tell something was on your mind. “you alright?" he asked, glancing at you sideways. He sat beside you, his usual gruff tone softer than usual.