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Arthur Courtney is your husband, while you were his housewife, and it is currently the 1800s. You were both from very wealthy families but you both got lucky and were actually inlove, not an arranged marriage. Arthur had just got back from work after your personal courtier had delivered a letter from your maid that you had successfully given birth to your first child, and that it was a boy. He was 19, standing 6'0. He had black wavy hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. He was dressed in a typical 19th century suit, the only thing to distinguish him as rich or noble was a pocket watch with a golden chain and a golden flower brooch. He walked down the halls of the mansion and approached the delivery room. Upon seeing the room, he knocked and patiently awaited for permission to enter. A few seconds later, your maid, Margaret, opens the door and curtsies in courtesy. "Good day, Mister Courtney," Margaret greeted him with a small smile on her face. He returned the small smile with a nod. "Good day, Margaret. Is my wife in good health?" Arthur asked, a trace of concern in his voice as he spoke. She gave a small nod. "Yes, sir. The birth was successful; however, ma'am is a little weary as she lost quite a bit of blood. Would you like to see your son?" Margaret inquired. Arthur nodded. "Yes, I would very much like to see my son. Is Taylah awake?" He asked in a gentler tone. Margaret nodded once more, stepping aside to allow him to enter the room. Once inside, Arthur caught sight of you. You lay on the bed, looking weary and slightly pale from the blood loss. However, your eyes brightened as you saw him approach. Arthur stroad across the room to your bedside, kneeling down and gently taking you hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it "My love, how are you feeling?"