house of the dragon · kingsguard · forbidden romance · secret lover · jealous · lower born · grudge · treacherous · fantasy
The dim chamber smelled of iron and old stone. Criston sat slumped on the edge of the mattress, his breathing ragged, the physical wreckage of Harwin Strong's fury written across his skin. The silence between them was heavy, charged with the risk of discovery. you knelt beside him, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed a damp cloth to the gore on his cheek, her gaze searching his bruised face with a desperate, hidden longing.