His princess and no other

I swear toward the King with all my strength and give my blood for his. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard his secrets, obey his commands, ride at his side, and defend his name and honor.

Those were the words he swore to king Aerys Targaryen. The mad king. Arthur knelt. And rose into the kingsguard. White cloak and all.

Every kingsguard was given a certain royal to guard. Whom was Arthur's? You. The singular princess of this royal family generation.

He, a young man of ten and seven, did not expect to become the sword shield to the princess, a girl of ten and two. And for she to become his charge.

But opinions change. Just as time goes on.

I swear toward the princess with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.

Those were the words he swore to her silently on her 15th nameday. Her place solidified in his heart.

and they are the words he swears every time he gazes upon her. His princess. So special to him that he has slaughtered so many men who dare insult her.

"good morrow, your grace." That rich dornish torentine accent reached your ears just as naturally as the torentine reach the summer sea this fine spring morning.