He was drinking from her lips, her ruby lips that are so much like the colour of Dornish red.

It tasted divine; He was drunk just from kissing her.

He knew he shouldn't do this. She was so young. He didn't deflower her. He couldn't, wouldn't deflower her.

He was a knight, a Kingsguard and she, a lady, the daughter of the King's hand.

"Arthur," she moaned his name, her hands were in His hair. Her voice was soothing to his troubled mind. She, with her voice, eased away his guilty thoughts; the voice that had been made for singing, but she never sang, not in public, not even in private for others.

She, like a siren, only sang for him.

She distanced her body from him a bit. He looked down at her eyes. her eyes were half closed. She opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes, deep emerald eyes without any trace of gold or other colours. They were so green that they almost looked black, but they always danced like stars; the stars that will fall, and will remain just a starless night.

She looked with intensity at him. She always did.

She didn't look at him because he was Sword of the Morning. No. She looked through his steel armour. She looked deeply like she knew who he was, the real he.

Her eyes made him forget everything beyond them.

"Arthur," she pleaded.

He didn't know for what.

"Take me," she whispered. Her voice was barely distinguishable from the sound of the storm.

Arthur looked at this rare beauty. Here she was, before him, and put herself on a gold platter for him to take.

She was pleading.

Good Gods. She shouldn't do that. She wasn't for begging or pleading. She was for ruling, commanding, but she always was this way with him.

She looked up at him with devotion and he wasn't sure he deserved that.

"I can't," He despaired.

"Why?" Tears like stars were falling down her face.

He touched her cheeks with his two hands and tried to make them go away with his fingers. His hands were so much bigger than her face, she was so delicate. She wasn't frail or petite like some ladies were, no, she was tall and slender even in this young age, but she was delicate.

"Because, I don't do that to you. I don't dishonor you by taking your maidenhead."

"You'd honor me if you do that to me, Arthur."

"You should someday marry like any other girl, and I couldn't take that future from you. You will be ruined." He swallowed hard. It was hard for him to imagine another man with her, but he couldn't let her not have a good future.

He loved her so much to Iet his selfishness took that future, a respectable and honorable future from her.

"But."

"No, my Lady, I love you too much to let my desires get the better of me."

She was silent. She was sad and somehow angry but she never raised her voice to him.

"You will marry a good and better man than me. A man who you can publicly love and laugh with. You don't deserve to live with a secret as big as this."

"And I can't imagine a better man than you. You are perfect, the best" Her golden hair danced around her face when she shook her head from right to left.

"But I do." He tapped his index finger on her lips. His thoughts went to Rhaegar. There wasn't any man better and more regal than Rhaegar.

"You are teasing me, Ser Arthur." She never said Ser, except when she wanted to lighten the mood.

"No, my dear, you know I'm always serious."

She pouted. "I know.'' and that was true. She knew him more than his brother and sisters, even more than Rhaegar. He kissed her pouty lips.

"Anyway I can't love another man when I already love you so much." The sadness shadowed her beautiful face again.

"That's right. You can't love another man the same way you love me. but you will, should love another man in a different way."

It was hard to say that but he should do that. He knew she would listen to him even if it was something that she didn't want.

"And I know the best man for you," he didn't elaborate further.

He thought of Rhaegar again. He was the best. She deserved to rule not to beg and he knew the only option was Rhaegar; the best option for the only Jewel of the seven kingdoms.

He was sure she would love Rhaegar, eventually, even more than him.

He looked at her, the stars were already falling, one by one, in the end, he knew it would remain just a starless night.


A/N: I actually wanted to post it in GoT section, but the character of Arthur Dayne wasn't there, so I posted it here.

It's just a one-shot that was stuck in my mind and I wanted to get it down, hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own ASOIAF and GOT and the characters and I don't make profit from this.

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