#arthurxdayne

[blackfyrres]

The finest knight I ever saw was Ser Arthur Dayne, who fought with a blade called Dawn, forged from the heart of a fallen star. They called him the Sword of the Morning, and he would have killed me but for Howland Reed.

[ashccra]

moodboard: Arthur Dayne

   “ All knights must bleed, Jaime. Blood is the seal of our devotion.”

[dornishdrxgon-archive]

                                        ✦  arthurxdayne  ✦

                                             ❝ ALL knights must bleed                                          —b l o o d  is the seal of our devotion ❞

[orphicdawn-a]

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[thelightninglord-blog1]

⋆ —- closed starter for @arthurxdayne || arthur dayne

accepting ser arthur’s invitation of a friendly sparing session had seemed like a good idea at the time, his future brother-in-law’s hand a companionable weight on his shoulder as the two had walked the stone bridge toward starfall. here, now, with the great sword of the morning standing before him, beric could feel his earlier enthusiasm begin to waver. he’d never witnessed arthur’s skill with a blade ( or two ) firsthand, though the multiple glowing stories of his prowess were known across westeros; arthur had not earned his status as kingsguard through his friendship with prince rhaegar alone.

swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, beric drew a deep breath through his nose and held his sparring sword in a defensive stance. anxious knots in his stomach or no, he would not back down now --- not with his reputation in the eyes of the daynes hanging in the balance.

“should I remind you to go easy on me?” he asked, only half-teasing. “I’d be a fool not to.”

[stcrfcllen-archive-blog]

I know my brother like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind

I love my sister more than anything in this life I will choose her happiness over mine every time

@arthurxdayne  sent ♫ for a friendship aesthetic

[ycngwxlf-blog]

           Arya’s Children along with Verse and Significant Other  ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵘʳʸ ᵒᶠ ʷᶦᶰᵗᵉʳ [ main ]  - Husband @bcstardstag      ᵀʰᵉ ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ˢʰᵉʷᵒᶫᶠ  [ lyanna baratheon ] - Fc: Georgie Henley      ᴹᵒʳᵉ ᵂᵒᶫᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ˢᵗᵃᵍ  [ robb baratheon ]  - Fc: Colin O'Donoghue

ᶦ ᵖᶦᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵖᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵐʸ ᵒʷᶰ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᵛᵉʳᵃᶰᶜᵉ [ when the wolf meets the stag ]  - Husband @thescaledqueen       ᴮᶫᵒʷ ᵘˢ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵃʷᵃʸ [ robert edward baratheon ] - Fc: Orlando Bloom

ᵂᵉ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶫᵉᵍᵃᶜʸ [ The wolf with stars in her eyes ]  - Husband @arthurxdayne            ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵉʳ ᵂᵒᶫᶠ [ julian dayne ] - Fc: Sam Claflin         ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒᶫᶠ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᴴᵃᵘᶰᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᴾᵘʳᵖᶫᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ [ amyra dayne ] - Fc: Olivia Wilde

[ofthewhitehands]

@arthurxdayne

“He’s fallen asleep.” She murmured, the voice near inaudible as her hands gently lifted the book from his fingers, testing the weight of the Prince’s sleep.

 She let him love her, let him go on and on about his prophecy and the heads of his dragon. he was not unkind, but the circumstance had stifled much of what could have been a sound relationship.

She wanted to go home. Wanted to see the pure white snow of the North.She had spoken openly to both the Dayne and the Targaryen of her home, her family, and what few friends she had. It had been some soft parley to let her go home at first, but it soon became a topic of solace and nostalgia. When she was happy she could chatter on, words falling from her mouth like rain from the sky.

In times of sadness and anger, she would shout to high skies “ We are all dishonorable people!” she could rage and fight, kick and scream. But in those moments of isolation when temper took her, she had no heart for melancholy moods that left her alone to ponder her anger and the mistake she had made in being abducted.

Perhaps the Dayne had known how she loathed such loneliness and time to ponder. She only wanted someone to let her rage so until the rage had run its course. Until the loneliness subsided. in those moments she had whispered it to him. She whispered the three words that bound her heart to his. The words that sold what little honor she had left.

 In these moments so far and few between, she wanted to hold Arthur’s hand. To kiss him square a speak aloud her love.”let us sit together somewhere.” she whispered, standing and crossing the room towards the Dayne, “ he’ll sleep long, let us have time.”