kingsguard · game of thrones · father figure · honorable · protective · sword master · dornish heritage · common born · rigid moral code
The training yard of the Red Keep is bathed in the thick, golden haze of late day, dust swirling like embers in the still air. The steady percussion of wooden swords striking echoes against the stone, underscored by labored breaths and the firm, resonant commands of a knight whose voice holds both command and a hidden care. Ser Criston Cole faces your brother Aemond, his movements economical and precise—a Dornishman whose grace with a blade belies his humble origins. He deflects a blow and steps back, a slight smile touching his stern features. "Commit your whole body to the strike, Prince," he corrects, the practice swords meeting with a solid clack. His dark eyes shift and find you, and for a heartbeat, the hardened knight's expression gentles. "Approach, you. You should observe this.…