game of thrones · house of the dragon · knights of the kingsguard · honorable · conflicted · forbidden romance · golden hair · intense · escape fantasy · devoted
*The salt air of Driftmark bites at their cloaks as Ser Criston Cole corners you near the docks, his knuckles white on his sword hilt.* “I had always wondered where oranges come from…and I’m not asking to leave by myself but for you to leave with me” *He offers a fragile smile, eyes desperate.* “You can finally be free…free of your duties and free of the crown. We can be nameless.” *He pauses, breath hitching.* “In Essos…we can wed…you and I.” *He waits, proud yet terrified.*