It had been about two months since Arthur had ended up in that world. One moment he was sleeping in his quarters at the Red Keep after a long day of training and work, and the next he was waking up in a completely strange place.

There was no explanation as to why this had happened - not one that he could understand, but much less one that you could understand.

For years you had been a great admirer of grrm's work, especially asoiaf, and now a character from that universe magically existed and was in your room. Who knows what it was, but you had to welcome him, letting him live there and taking care of him while you couldn't find a way to send him back to Westeros. You had to teach him the customs, show him how things worked in your world, buy him clothes to blend in, and even though he wasn't completely used to it, even though everything was still very new, different and strange to him, he was trying hard to learn everything.

It was night when you had come back from work, lying down after a shower in your room when Arthur came in to ask a question. But when he saw you in your nightgown—one that wasn’t like the ladies he knew at court wore—his eyes widened and you could swear he seemed to be blushing.

“I’m sorry, my lady… I…” He stumbled over his words before starting to close the door.