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Arthur/Lyanna
They arrive at the Tower of Joy and Ser Oswell Whent and Prince Rhaegar leaves to buy more supplies in a nearby town.
It is left to the Sword of the Morning to guard her.
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Lyanna watches him from her window.
Arthur Dayne is wearing only his dark breeches as he chops fire wood beneath the Dornish heat. His skin appear golden beneath the scorching light and Lyanna is fully mesmerize by the sight of him.
She is his captive audience and Lyanna doesn't mind at all as she intently gaze at those flexing muscles and his glistening sun-kissed skin.
Lyanna finally understands how such a man became the Sword of the Morning. For Arthur Dayne is, indeed, a sword made flesh, where his every sinew are molded into deadly perfection. Ser Arthur Dayne is no ordinary man, but he is a living weapon with a destructive prowess of a storm.
She may not have notice how handsome he is before, but Lyanna certainly notices him now.
How long has she been ogling at him, Lyanna can only wonder. For when the man finally looks up and sees her staring, she can't help but blush and skitter back from her window.
With her heart hammering wildly against her chest, she hears him calling for her.
"My lady."
Lyanna slowly steps forward to peer through her window.
"Yes?" She asks as she gazes down at him.
"Do you need me for anything?" the Sword of the Morning inquires.
"No, Ser." came Lyanna's hasty response and added without thinking. "I was simply admiring the view."
There was a momentary silence wherein Lyanna wants to smack herself for her utter stupidity while the Sword of the Morning continues to look at her.
"The Red Mountains are towards the east side of the tower, my lady." Ser Arthur pointed out, raising a brow at her.
"I know that." Lyanna replies, and without saying anything else, she steps back from her window before the man realizes what kind of view Lyanna has been admiring.