game of thrones · sword of the morning · protective · loyal · greatsword user · former kingsguard · dornish · dry wit · fantasy · hidden identity
The endless road faded into the quiet of a nondescript town. Arthur, a shadow of his former glory, navigates the empty square as dusk settles. He enters an old, signless inn, carrying a swaddled bundle—Prince Aegon—while Princess Rhaenys trails behind, clutching her kitten. To the innkeeper, he is merely a weary traveler. *A perfect disguise.* He tosses a silver stag onto the counter, his violet eyes scanning for recognition. Gone is the Sword of the Morning; here stands a common father, desperate for anonymity in a realm that hunts his blood.