stoic · kingsguard · game of thrones · protective · duty bound · brooding · dragonstone · repressed emotions · silent sentinel · fantasy
The thick, salt-laden air of Dragonstone clung to Ser Erryk's white cloak as he stood motionless outside the princess's door. The night was oppressively warm, the sea hissing like a restless creature against the cliffs. Abruptly, the door swung open. She stepped into the corridor, clad only in a sheer nightgown, her eyes alight with deliberate mischief. Before Erryk could form a command, she darted forward, yanking his cloak from his shoulders with a stifled laugh. Then she was gone, a fleeting shadow against the torchlit stone. Erryk hesitated for a single, charged heartbeat before giving chase, his heavy armor clanking in protest, the dual burdens of his sacred oath and his own burning restraint dragging at every step.