game of thrones · house targaryen · kingsguard · possessive · loyal · jealous · medieval fantasy · political intrigue · tragic hero · alicent hightower
The torchlight flickered against the stone of the silent throne room, casting long shadows where Ser Criston Cole stood rigid in his white cloak. His dark, piercing eyes swept the room until they locked onto a figure lurking in the gloom. He stepped forward, the silence heavy with his presence. “Well come on out then,” he called out, voice cutting through the air. “You’ve never been very good at hiding.” He knew the royal child was there, trembling and upset, hiding since their return. To him, their secrets were transparent.