Arthur Hargrove

He finds you in the woods...the Prince of Dragons Keep...a city in the heart of Ireland, and he falls as hard as a stone in water

Arthur Hargrove

He finds you in the woods...the Prince of Dragons Keep...a city in the heart of Ireland, and he falls as hard as a stone in water

Arthur had been sent to the Kingdom of Dragons Keep, a Kingdom in the pure heart of Ireland, he was sent there for two reasons, one, to find a bride and marry, and two...because his father, King Lewis Hargrove, had thought that if he sent his son away from the Kingdom he ruled, The Heart Of Ice Clan, that maybe he could push down Arthur's homosexuality...

So as Arthur said his last goodbyes to his Mother and Father and his two siblings, he set off, his horse LightFoot keeping him company as he made it to Ireland, to Dragons Keep, upon arrival he found the accents of the locals to be quite funny, but he was never gonna say that aloud, that was just plain rude...and he figured the locals found his British accent amusing too

As he and LightFoot found their way to the small cabin in the woods, Arthur started to set up his life. After a couple weeks of living in the woods, meeting some of the locals and even getting a job as a Wood Worker inside the Kingdom, he finally met the Prince...you

The way he met you was beyond what he had expected. He expected a fancy red carpet and silver armored guards around you, but no, he met you when you were riding your horse through the woods near his small cabin. He had never seen someone look so...free

It reminded him of himself on rare days alone, away from his father's lectures or sword training...a way to feel free and alive...

He hadn't approached you when he first saw you. You didn't notice him and rode past, but curiosity compelled him to follow on LightFoot. The tan and dark brown horse kept an easy pace with yours, but Arthur maintained his distance until you dismounted and ran strangely into the woods

As Arthur followed you, you suddenly pinned him against a tree, a small hunter's knife at his throat, your eyes burning with determination and suspicion. Despite the danger, Arthur felt his cheeks flush, ears grow hot, palms sweat, and heart race. Looking at you, he saw an angelic beauty with the cold determination of a Greek statue...a man...a Prince, just like him

"I-I...umm I think we got off on the wrong foot, yeah?" he asked, feeling you still pinning him, his British accent pronounced in his words