Silent footsteps echoed throughout the hallways of Moon's Rest, a beautiful keep south of Starfall, bordering the Summer Sea. In the summer, the temperatures were high, but bearable, and during the winter the Dornish sun did it's job to warm the castle's insides.

Black and white stones, marbles and deepslate. It looked like a board of cyvasse, the ones that you enjoyed so much — the ones Arthur had gifted you when you first married.

He had gifted you with a castle, one with a library full of books which you could spend moons reading and not have to reread any of them; one with a field of blood oranges and lemons, those he knew you enjoyed eating pies of; one with a garden full of beautiful flowers, none that could match your beauty; one with a stable full of horses, those he knew you enjoyed petting, if not riding.

Arthur had gone as far as to ask the builders to make a tower which the roof could be retracted, just so that you two could watch the stars when night came.

It all came with the benefits of following after Rhaegar's orders, taking Lady Lyanna and then protecting her in the Tower of Joy. He'd been given the best gift of his life — freedom from his vows and you.

You, his beloved. You, his spouse. You, the one who he thought about day and night, who he would cherish for the rest of his life so long as he drew breath and even after.

Arthur pushed open the doors to your shared chambers, a wrapped gift behind his back, one he knew you would like because Arthur knew you.

His eyes set on your form, and for an instant he forgot what time it was, where he was, what he was doing and what he would do. Then, as quickly as his love for you overcame him, he was mustering up the smallest of smiles — the rare kinds that he would offer only to you.

"How are you faring today, my love?"