Who is the soiled knight

He is afraid , Arys realised then. Look, his hand is shaking. The Prince of Dorne is terrified. His response to Arys about agreeing with the desire for war was not a no, and with what we learn about his plans, we see that what Doran wants is to change the situation so that he can win the fight. The comparison here between Myrcella and Rhaenys is explicitly made by Doran. Naked except for a snake bracelet, god damn it GRRM. This is, however, a calculated seduction. Arianne makes progress when she appeals to his love for her and downplays his breaches of duty.

What gets him on the hook is chivalry. It has to be said that Arianne pushes Arys too hard. This will turn out to be devastating to her. Much like Sansa, she relies on songs a little too much, trusting in their depiction of Lucamore the Lusty and the relationship between Aemon and Naerys, without thinking more deeply about the reasoning behind those depictions.

This is particularly unfortunate given that the alleged relationship between Naerys and Aemon is one of the founding myths of the Blackfyre cause — the anti-Dornish Blackfyre cause. My father is very good at doing nothing.

He calls it thinking. What god has made it so? Should I give up my rights to my brothers? She wants Myrcella crowned. Arianne treads on some dangerous ground regarding the historical argument, since the last time a Kingsguard meddled with succession this plainly Westeros ended up with the Dance of the Dragons. Arianne gets Arys with the appeal to chivalry and honour. Protect Myrcella with your life. Defend her… and her rights.

Set a crown upon her head. She will give us leave to marry if we ask. I am afraid. You call me love , yet you refuse me, when I have most desperate need of you. Is it so wrong for me to want a knight to keep me safe? I have never been as fearless as my cousins, for I was made with weaker seed, but Tyene and I are of an age and have been as close as sisters since we were little girls.

We have no secrets between us. If she can be imprisoned, so can I, and for the same cause…this of Myrcella. Arianne also points out to us that the Golden Company want to go home to Westeros. Having convinced Arys that she really is under threat, she gets his cooperation by appealing to her need for a knight to fight for both her and Myrcella.

As Arys walks through the city to his tryst, he thinks on his role as Kingsguard. First he hits us with his reliance on the literal white cloak.

He feels naked without it, as he tells us. Then we get the first hints that Arys is having an affair. I am a Kingsguard still, even uncloaked. She must respect that. I must make her understand. No one will trouble her, he told himself, and in a fortnight we shall be safely away.

Prince Doran had promised as much. Though Arys had been shocked to see how aged and infirm the Dornish prince appeared, he did not doubt the prince's word.

It grieves us that you have seen no more of Dorne than Sunspear, but I fear that neither you nor your princess would be safe beyond these walls. We Dornish are a hot-blooded people, quick to anger and slow to forgive. It would gladden my heart if I could assure you that the Sand Snakes were alone in wanting war, but I will not tell you lies, ser. You have heard my smallfolk in the streets, crying out for me to call my spears.

Half my lords agree with them, I fear. Her name was Rhaenys. She was a princess too. They seek only to force my hand. For if Myrcella should be slain in Dorne whilst under my protection, who would believe my denials? I had hoped that imprisoning my headstrong nieces would help to calm the waters, but all we've done is drive the roaches back beneath the rushes. Every night I hear them whispering and sharpening their knives.

Look, his hand is shaking. The Prince of Dorne is terrified. Words failed him. Sunspear wearies me, with its noise and dirt and smells. As soon as my duty allows, I mean to return to the Water Gardens. When I do I shall take Princess Myrcella with me. And her septa, her maids, her guards. Sunspear's walls are strong, but beneath them is the shadow city.

Even within the castle hundreds come and go each day. The Gardens are my haven. Prince Maron raised them as a gift for his Targaryen bride, to mark Dorne's marriage to the Iron Throne. Autumn is a lovely season there. And there are other children, boys and girls of high and gentle birth. Myrcella will have friends of her own age to play with. She will not be lonely. She will be safe there. Only why had Doran Martell urged him not to write King's Landing about the move?

Myrcella will be safest if no one knows just where she is. Ser Arys had agreed, but what choice did he have? He was a knight of the Kingsguard, but only one man for all that, just as the prince had said. The alley opened suddenly onto a moonlit courtyard. Past the candlemaker's shop, she wrote, a gate and a short flight of exterior steps.

He pushed through the gate and climbed the worn steps to an unmarked door. Should I knock? He pushed the door open instead, and found himself in a large, dim room with a low ceiling, lit by a pair of scented candles that flickered in niches cut from the thick earthen walls.

He saw patterned Myrish carpets underneath his sandals, a tapestry upon one wall, a bed. An ornate snake coiled around her right forearm, its copper and gold scales glimmering when she moved. It was all she wore. No, he meant to tell her, I only came to tell you I must go, but when he saw her shining in the candlelight he seemed to lose the power of speech.

His throat felt as dry as the Dornish sands. Silent he stood, drinking in the glories of her body, the hollow of her throat, the round ripe breasts with their huge dark nipples, the lush curves at waist and hip. And then somehow he was holding her, and she was pulling off his robes. When she reached his undertunic she seized it by the shoulders and ripped the silk down to his navel, but Arys was past caring. Her skin was smooth beneath his fingers, as warm to the touch as sand baked by the Dornish sun.

He raised her head and found her lips. Her mouth opened under his, and her breasts filled his hands. He felt her nipples stiffen as his thumbs brushed over them. Her hair was black and thick and smelled of orchids, a dark and earthy smell that made him so hard it almost hurt. His hand slipped down her rounded belly to find the sweet wet place beneath the thicket of black hair.

She made a whimpering sound, drew him to the bed, and pushed him down. Her nails raked his back as he drove into her, again and again and again, until she screamed and arched her back beneath him. As she did, her fingers found his nipples, pinching till he spent his seed within her. I could die now, happy, the knight thought, and for a dozen heartbeats at least he was at peace. He did not die. His desire was as deep and boundless as the sea, but when the tide receded, the rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever.

Sometimes the waves would cover them, but they remained beneath the waters, hard and black and slimy. What am I doing? I am a knight of the Kingsguard. He rolled off of her to sprawl staring at the ceiling.

A great crack ran across it, from one wall to the other. He had not noticed that before, no more than he had noticed the picture on the tapestry, a scene of Nymeria and her ten thousand ships. I see only her. A dragon might have been peering in the window, and I would never have seen anything but her breasts, her face, her smile.

She slid a hand across his chest. The room was hot, and yet he shivered. For the scratches. Forgive me, my lady, I must go.

Her hair tumbled down across her bare shoulders to the tops of her full breasts, black and thick. It curled in big soft lazy ringlets. Even the hair upon her mound was soft and curly. I still have much to teach you. Are you certain you are not off to some other bed, some other woman?

Tell me who she is. I will fight her for you, bare-breasted, knife to knife. If so, we can share you. I love my cousins well. I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you bleeding. Let duty sleep alone for once, and stay with me tonight. You will make me jealous. I think you love her more than me. The maid is much too young for you. You need a woman, not a little girl, but I can play the innocent if that excites you. In the Reach men said it was the food that made Dornishmen so hot-tempered and their women so wild and wanton.

Fiery peppers and strange spices heat the blood, she cannot help herself. He had a fine white cloak instead. If he says he means to leave upon the morrow, you will certainly set out within a fortnight.

You will be lonely in the Gardens, I promise you. And where is the brave young gallant who said he wished to spend the rest of his life in my arms? It had been ten years since. I never touched a woman until you, not since I took the white. I never knew what love could be, yet now. I am afraid. I am a woman grown. Seeing her there upon the featherbed, smiling that wicked smile, toying with her breast.

He could hardly look at them without wanting to grab them, to suckle them until they were hard and wet and shiny. He looked away. His smallclothes were strewn on the carpets.

The knight bent to pick them up. Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us different people. I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels, and you. Ser Arys Oakheart [1] was a knight and a member of the Queensguard.

Ser Arys accompanies Princess Myrcella as her sworn shield for her journey to Dorne. Ser Arys accompanies Tommen and guards him during his conversation with the High Sparrow. In the A Song of Ice and Fire novels, Arys Oakheart is a member of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard, appointed after his predecessor - whose name has not been mentioned - perished during the Greyjoy Rebellion.

He is a member of House Oakheart, a noble house from the Reach. He is regarded as one of the kinder knights of the Kingsguard under King Joffrey, objecting at first to Joffrey 's orders to beat Sansa , then only hitting her as lightly as he can. He is also of a much more pleasant demeanor, often engaging in pleasant conversation with the Stark girl. Arys remains in Dorne as Myrcella's sworn shield. During this time, Arianne Martell, Prince Doran's daughter and heiress, sexually seduces him.

She persuades him to take part in her plan to crown Myrcella to incite war with the Iron Throne in retaliation for the death of Oberyn Martell. The plan is foiled, as Arianne's party is intercepted by Areo Hotah. Ser Arys, bravely but foolishly, charges at the surrounding soldiers and kills some of them, but is killed by Hotah. During the confrontation, Myrcella is gravely injured and nearly killed by one of their escorts, Ser Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne.

Cersei is pleased to hear about Ser Arys's death since it creates a vacancy on the Kingsguard - which is filled by her new champion, Ser Robert Strong. Game of Thrones Wiki.

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