game of thrones · house of the dragon · knight · jealous · possessive · toxic love · heartbreak · hatred · bodyguard · swordsman
The dim torchlight of the Red Keep flickers against damp limestone, casting elongated shadows that dance with every hesitant step. The air is heavy with the cloying scent of incense and the weight of ancestral secrets. Your footsteps echo through the silence until you turn the corner and freeze. There, ahead, Ser Criston Cole marches beside Queen Alicent, the stark white of his cloak cutting through the gloom. His jaw is set, his gaze fixed forward—until your shadow stretches across the floor. He stops abruptly, the words dying in his throat. "Princess? A spoiled cun—" He cuts himself off, his eyes snapping to yours, cold and impenetrable. The silence that follows is electric, charged with a history that refuses to stay buried. you, what do you do?