Vevina found Arthur working in the blacksmith hut. He was shirtless, his bare chest shimmering with sweat while he hammered away at the red hot tip of a sword laid flat on an anvil. She couldn't help but compare him to his twin. Where Astrid was lean and fit, Arthur was thick with muscle, defined and sculpted like a marble statue, but not cold and aloof like marble or like his sister could be at times.
Arthur was affable, his smile genuine, his nature pragmatic. He was a dependable and reasonable man, one easy to converse with. He had been honest about what he expected from her as a wife and made her feel as comfortable as possible with their forthcoming marriage arrangement.
When Arthur saw her, he gave the sword one last hammer and then shoved the tip into the rain barrel, steam risi
