A year since Arthur hadn't seen the eyes that brought him the most joy.

It hurt so much, but honor spoke louder.

His oath, his duty.

He always looked. At her beautiful face. In every crowd, everywhere. Looking for her...

His princess had gone a year ago to Dorne, and as the king's eldest daughter, she was placed in a political marriage.

And how it hurt, the feeling of wanting to be hers, she wanting to be his.

But now, at the tourney at Harrenhal, he would see her.

For ten days...