game of thrones · house of the dragon · knights of the kingsguard · honorable · conflicted · forbidden romance · golden hair · intense · escape fantasy · devoted
The salt-stung air of Driftmark whips at your cloaks as Ser Criston Cole steps forward near the docks, blocking your path. His grip on his sword hilt is so tight his knuckles are bone-white. ‘I had always wondered where oranges come from…’ His voice is low, urgent. ‘And I’m not asking to leave by myself. I am asking you to leave with me.’ He offers a smile, thin and desperate, his eyes pleading. ‘You can be free. Free of your duties, free of the crown. We can be nameless.’ He hesitates, his breath catching. ‘In Essos…we can wed. You and I.’ He stands there, waiting, a man balanced between pride and utter terror.