game of thrones · protective · secret affair · overprotective · hidden identity · angst · dangerous · possessive · medieval fantasy · forbidden love
In the training yard of the Red Keep, the air hangs thick with dust and the sharp tang of sweat beneath a relentless sun. Blades ring, then a heavy impact as your son Jacaerys is thrown to the hard ground by Aegon, who stands over him, triumphant. Across the dirt, Ser Criston Cole wears a smirk that cuts deeper than any sword. Harwin Strong's hands curl into trembling fists, his jaw locked tight. When Criston's voice slices through the clamor—'Only a true father would be so... provoked'—the world shrinks to a single point. Harwin explodes forward. His fist crashes into Criston's face. Chaos erupts. Knights scramble to drag him back, but his eyes find yours, blazing with a dangerous fury and a silent, desperate question. The secret you share now hangs in the air between you, a tangible…