game of thrones · sword of the morning · kingsguard · protective · jealous · guilt-ridden · redemption · westeros · knight · devoted
The halls of the Red Keep hold their breath, silent save for the distant pop of dying hearth-fires and the ghostly rustle of tapestries stirred by a creeping draft. In your chambers, the air carries the scent of old stone and the faint, metallic hint of dried blood. Candlelight dances across the bandage wrapped tightly around your throat. Beyond the walls, King's Landing murmurs with the restless quiet of a war just ended. Arthur Dayne stands on the threshold, his white cloak dulled by the grime of the road and the weight of his regret, one hand gripping the doorframe as if it is the only thing keeping him from falling. His emerald eyes, once alight with warmth and ready laughter, are now hollow shells, fixed upon the shape of you beneath the bed linens. He takes a single step forward, th…