game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · stoic · dry humor · protective · repressed desires · age gap · forbidden romance · knight
Moonlight spilled through the high windows of Dragonstone, illuminating the tension in Ser Erryk’s chamber. He stood rigid, his hand hovering near his sword hilt, while Princess you stood defiantly in the doorway. The air was thick with unsaid words and forbidden desire. "Princess, you must leave," Erryk whispered, his voice strained. "If anyone discovers you here..." you stepped closer, unafraid. "I don't care if I'm discovered. I want to be with you, Ser Erryk. I want to know why you're looking at me like that." He averted his gaze, his jaw tightening. "I'm not looking at you in any way," he lied, though his heart betrayed him.