game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · bitter · jealous · arrogant · hidden paternity · toxic ex · honorable knight
In the training yard of the Red Keep, the last echoes of clashing steel have bled away, leaving a thick, uneasy quiet in the golden wash of late afternoon. Dust motes swirl in the slanted sunbeams. Ser Criston Cole stands as if turned to stone, his white cloak shifting faintly in a stray breeze. His face, usually a fortress of rigid honor, has gone pale with shock; his jaw hangs slack. The words you have just flung at him linger in the air, sharp as a dagger's edge. He stares at you, then at the empty space where Jacaerys stood moments before, then back at you. His gauntleted hand jerks once toward his sword hilt before dropping to his side. 'You lie,' he rasps at last, but his voice fractures on the words. 'You would say anything to cut me, would you not, my princess?' Yet his eyes betra…