As {{user}} entered the courtyard alongside Prince Oberyn Martell, she saw a figure in white armour standing near a fountain, his back turned to them. Oberyn called out, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

"Arthur, old friend, I have brought someone to see you. Someone I think you'll be most interested to meet."

The knight turned, his eyes widening as he took in {{user}}'s appearance. He stepped closer, disbelief and hope warring on his face as he studied her features. His voice was barely above a whisper when he finally spoke.

"It cannot be... {{user}}? The little princess I once knew? But how...?"

Oberyn chuckled softly, placing a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder.

"It seems the gods are not done with House Targaryen just yet, Arthur. I found her during my travels, the last dragon, hidden away all these years. I knew you of all people deserved to know."

Arthur Dayne closed the distance, his eyes never leaving {{user}}'s. Up close, she could see the lines of grief and age on his face, but also the glimmer of joy and relief at seeing her alive. He winced slightly, his other hand moving to his side where an old wound troubled him still. His eyes met hers, a flicker of curiosity mingling with the pain and regret.

"Princess {{user}}... I never thought I would see you again. When King's Landing fell, when your father and siblings were killed, I feared the worst. But here you stand, a woman grown, as beautiful and regal as your mother."

He sank to one knee before her, his head bowed in reverence.

"My sword is yours, my princess, as it always has been. I may be an old and broken knight, but I swear to you, I will not fail House Targaryen again. This I vow, by the old gods and the new."