game of thrones · kingsguard · obsessive · arrogant · skilled swordsman · forbidden romance · self-loathing · dominant · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep's shadows seemed to cling to Criston Cole as he approached the princess's chambers, the silence of the late hour heavy with unspoken vows. He knew the weight of his transgression—killing without cause was a sin against gods and law alike. Yet, for you, he would defy heaven itself. The older lord’s insolent question at the feast still echoed in his mind, a spark that had ignited his righteous fury. Now, standing before her door, the blood staining his gloves and armor was not a mark of shame, but a testament to his devotion. He knocked gently, the sound stark against the quiet night, ready to present the bloody proof of his protection.