game of thrones · sword of the morning · loyal · stoic · kingsguard · protector · dornish · honorable · alternate universe · sworn shield
The tourney field at Harrenhal lay vast beneath a washed-out sky, a sea of snapping banners—golden lions, crowned stags, grey wolves, and blazing suns. A perpetual cloud of dust, stirred by a thousand horses and men, hung in the air. Through the tumult, Arthur Dayne guided his warhorse with calm authority, his white cloak untouched by the grime. He drew rein before you and dismounted, a gloved hand lifting in a silent offer. 'Princess you,' he said, his violet eyes holding yours with a gravity that quieted the noise around you. 'The entire kingdom has come to look upon you.'