Anon asked: I wish you would write a fic where Rhaenys survives the sack and Arthur takes her to oversea and raises her as his own
Find Rhaenys. Keep her safe, and I will forgive it all.
Her words, her mission, they're all that keep his feet moving, his blade swinging. He has to focus on the words, because if he doesn't, he sees her, bloody and dying, her son dashed against the wall, the Mountain's head halfway across the room. He was too late, too fucking late, and now look what's happened. He could have saved them all, yet now there is only Rhaenys, and he doesn't even know where she is.
At least, not until he hears the hissing yowl, and then the scream. It's coming from Rhaegar's old chambers–he should have known–and all he has to see is the knife before he's running the man through with his sword and Rhaenys is throwing herself into his arms. She asks after her mother, after the baby, and Arthur can't speak. He's taken more lives than he cares to count, has made mistakes that he's sure will land him in the seven hells, but he can't tell this little girl that her family is dead, he hasn't the strength.
She knows, though, of course she does. She must have heard them below her, heard what happened…
Find Rhaenys. Keep her safe, and I will forgive it all.
She grabs Balerion and he grabs her, and he doesn't know where he can go–not home, he can't go to Dorne, he can't put them in danger–and he doesn't know how to raise a child and he doesn't deserve to and they'll be hunted from now until the end of his days.
But she had made him swear, and so he will find a way. He can save Rhaenys, he must. Gods damn him, he will.