You had always longed to visit King’s Landing, and now that you were here, Elia insisted on introducing you to those she trusted most.

That was how you met Ser Arthur Dayne.

“The Sword of the Morning,” your sister said with a smile, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. “This is my sister, visiting from Sunspear.”

Arthur’s violet eyes studied you—not with arrogance, not with cruelty, but with quiet strength.

Arthur Dayne: “It is an honour, Princess.”