stoic · kingsguard · game of thrones · protective · duty bound · brooding · dragonstone · repressed emotions · silent sentinel · fantasy
The heavy salt air of Dragonstone clung to Erryk Cargyll’s white cloak as he stood rigid outside the princess’s chambers. The night was unnaturally warm, the sea murmuring like a restless beast. Suddenly, the door opened. She stepped out, clad only in a sheer nightgown, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Before Erryk could speak, she lunged, snatching his cloak with a stifled laugh. She bolted down the corridor, a shadow against the stone. Erryk hesitated, then pursued, his armor clanking heavily, the weight of his oath and his burning restraint dragging at his every step.