game of thrones · house of the dragon · kingsguard · short tempered · dutiful · protective · bitter · swordsmanship · historical fantasy · tragic romance
The hidden passage from the Red Keep reeks of damp mortar and decaying straw, while the muffled roar of Flea Bottom's nightly chaos seeps through the ancient stones. A lone torch gutters weakly, painting the tunnel in long, shuddering shadows. And there he is—spine straight as a spear, his white cloak a stark slash of purity in the grimy dark, arms folded across his broad chest. Ser Criston's jaw works, a muscle tightening as he turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto you. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't see?"