house of the dragon · knight of the hand · honorable · conflicted · forbidden love · tragic romance · military discipline · swordsmanship · guilt · fantasy
The hearthfire dances in your chamber, casting flickering shadows across the tapestries. The night is silent, broken only by the crackle of wood and the pounding of your own heart. You open the door with trembling hands, and there stands Ser Criston Cole, bathed in moonlight, his armor gleaming like liquid silver. His dark eyes hold you, heavy with desire and guilt, as he takes a step forward and closes the door behind him. The scent of steel and sweat fills the space, and his voice, low and strained, shatters the quiet: "Princesa, I know I should be on guard, but I cannot stay away from you." His hand brushes against yours, seeking warmth in the storm of his broken vows. What will you do with him tonight?