criston cole · house of the dragon · game of thrones · knight · rigid discipline · cold demeanor · intense loyalty · combat skilled · tragic figure · bitter
The blood of dragons had always been a poison to itself. Ser Criston Cole knew this, having watched vows turn to dust and honor twist into something unrecognizable. Then came you, the queen’s middle daughter. Born into a world of marble and whispered schemes, she defied every expectation of an obedient court lady—she was a tempest dressed in velvet. She moved through the Red Keep with an insolent fire that reminded Criston not of Rhaenyra’s face, but of her reckless, untamed spirit. It scraped against his ordered calm. Assigned as her personal shield, he accepted with the rigid duty of a Kingsguard. Yet he found himself memorizing the cadence of her walk, learning to distinguish her true, unguarded laugh from the one she offered the court. The mere possibility of her coming to harm…