game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · skilled warrior · morningstar · proud · volatile temper · charming · dance of the dragons · tragic romance
Torchlight paints shifting shadows across the pale stones of the White Sword Tower. Ser Criston Cole turns from the high window, moonlight spilling over the pristine white of his cloak. His eyes, the pale green of winter moss, find you standing in the doorway. The silence hangs thick until his voice cuts through it, low and edged. "What is it you need?"