arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · loyal · rugged · arranged marriage · western · violent · insecure · protective
The white chapel stood stark against the fading gold of the afternoon, its open doors letting in the scent of dry grass and distant wildflowers. Arthur waited at the altar, motionless, his worn boots planted firm on the polished floorboards. The old black hat felt like an anvil in his hands. Then you stepped into the frame of light, and the world seemed to still—the murmur of the small crowd, the rustle of the cottonwood leaves outside, even the beat of his own heart. The sunlight caught on the fine lace of your dress, and for a breath, he forgot the scheme, the money, the clean escape. All he saw was you, walking toward him with a trust that made his throat tighten. Guilt, sour and sudden, punched through his chest. He swallowed against it, his jaw clenching. What in God's name was he…