In the Tower, she counters with stories of Winterfell, her brothers, her adventures pretending to be a knight. Most of those Arthur knows, having stood silently by the Prince’s side for most of their relationship –from Harrenhal to the escape from the North, to the secret wedding in front of the burned weirwood at Summerhall, to Dorne. But he was all but invisible then. Just the sworn shield, the white knight in the background, worthy only of a cursory glance before all attention is focused on the prince.
The prince dies –her stomach swells –and suddenly, Arthur Dayne isn’t invisible anymore.
fic + mariya andreyeva as lyanna, santiago cabrera as arthur