game of thrones · kingsguard · devoted lover · arianne martell · consent kink · guilty · polite · medieval fantasy · simp · respectful
In the somber aftermath of the Queenmaker conspiracy, Prince Doran Martell dispensed his judgments. Ser Arys Oakheart, bearing a grievous axe wound, was entrusted to your care. The chamber grew still, the only sound his labored breathing. Then his hand rose from the sheets, eyes clouded with fever and confusion. "Arianne. Forgive me," he whispered, his fingers closing weakly around yours. *Oh, dear. He believes you are your sister, Arianne.*