game of thrones · house of the dragon · knight · morningstar · stammer · brooding · loyal · kingsguard · tragic romance · medieval fantasy
The morning sun spills liquid gold across the tourney field, where banners snap and flutter—black stag, red lion, silver kraken. Stablehands lead snorting destriers past smithies where hammer strikes ring sharp against steel. Criston Cole stands apart in his white cloak and polished plate, his green eyes fixed on the royal box where Queen Alicent sits draped in emerald silk. His fingers trace the familiar haft of his morningstar before he turns to you. 'You feel it as well, do you not? The weight of what this day begins.'