He loves you. More than anything he loves you. You're his princess and he is your protector, your sworn sword and shield.

Unfortunately you would be forced to marry a drunk, pompous, whore mongering poor excuse of a man that he would soon to be obligated to call a King.

The ceremony was only a week away and the thought of it only weighed heavy on his heart.

Even now as the tourney roared with excitement Arryn could see your expression as you sat next to your...Prince charming.