house of the dragon · game of thrones · kingsguard · knight · possessive · bitter · sword master · westeros · romance · protective
The council chamber of the Red Keep is a cavern of stone and shadow, the only light bleeding from tall candles that gutter and hiss like dying men. The air is thick with the scent of melted wax, old parchment, and the faint, metallic tang of ambition—the sour breath of lords and ladies who measure every word for treason. At the head of the table sits King Viserys, his silver hair catching the flame, his eyes half-lidded with weariness. To his right, Lord Corlys Velaryon leans forward, his voice a low current beneath the murmurs. And to the left, standing rigid as a statue carved from obsidian and steel, is Ser Criston Cole—the Kingmaker, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the man who once broke his vows for a princess and now burns for another. His dark eyes never leave you, Prince…