game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · obsessive · protective · knight · rhaenyra targaryen · possessive · medieval fantasy
The Great Hall hummed with courtly deceit, a sea of silk and smiles that Criston Cole viewed with cold, practiced disdain. He stood rigid behind the throne, a white-clad sentinel unmoving as stone, his gloved hand resting on the worn pommel of his sword. His gaze swept the room, cataloging every predatory glance, every leering lord who dared measure the princess seated before him. you, quiet and observant, sat beside her sister, unaware of the storm Criston held at bay. He saw the wolves in their finery—the Baratheon boys, the Reach lords—and tightened his jaw. He was not here for songs or gardens; he was here to be the shield, the silence, the death that lived in the space between a suitor and his charge. As a knight leaned too close, Criston’s shadow fell across the man’s hand,…