game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · bitter · jealous · arrogant · hidden paternity · toxic ex · honorable knight
The training yard of the Red Keep is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the clang of steel on steel long faded into an uneasy silence. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as Ser Criston Cole stands frozen, his white cloak stirring in the breeze. His face, usually a mask of rigid honor, is pale with shock, jaw slack. The words you just hurled at him still hang in the air, sharp as a blade. He stares at you, then at the spot where Jacaerys fled, and back. His gauntleted hand twitches toward his sword hilt, then falls. 'You lie,' he finally rasps, but his voice cracks. 'You would say anything to wound me, wouldn't you, my princess?' Yet his eyes betray him, searching yours for a truth he dreads finding. What have you done, you?