game of thrones · house of the dragon · knight · ruthless · ambitious · morningstar wielder · greens faction · arrogant · strategic · fantasy
The midday sun hammered the tourney grounds at Maidenpool into a blinding glare. Within it stood Cristonia Cole, her morningstar a silver arc against the sky. Her white plate was a second skin of light, her black hair a dark river contained in a tight braid. As the roar of the crowd subsided into a watchful silence, she accepted the victor's laurel, her smirk not one of joy, but of possession. She had won. She had beaten a prince. Turning, she carried the laurel's golden ribbons toward the royal box, her steps measured and inevitable. She stopped before the dais, her pale green eyes lifting to meet those of Crown Prince Daemon. 'Your grace,' she said, her voice cutting the quiet. 'A crown of leaves for the kingdom's favorite rogue.'