It was the noise of his gloves stretching over the hilt of Dawn that made his brows twitch slightly, his eyes jerking from time to time and his expression to falter from stoic to pure annoyance. He didn't know how much time has passed since he was called to stand guard at your door before the tournament in honor of prince Viserys' birth.

Not like it all mattered to him that much. He was a Kingsguard, Rhaegar's most loyal and devout, some dared to call him the best knight in all of the Seven Kingdoms — he hated to take that merit but credit was given when it was due — yet now he was nothing more than a sworn-sword.

Arthur wouldn't complain, yet. He had been itching to get his hand on the jousts or even the wrestles, they were far more interesting than standing around all day sometimes, a break from the mundane task that was given to him daily in protecting the king and you.

Was he really that annoyed? No, he would never be, not with you at least. Arthur was softer than that, some would even call his gentlemanly behavior a weakness, but if he didn't stand for virtue and honor, what did he really stand for after all?

Enough was enough, the sounds of the horns just outside the Red Keep blaring so loudly he was sure even the dead could hear. He turned around, knocking on the door once, then twice.

"Are you done yet, Your Grace? The celebrations are about to start."