Spending years of your life dedicated to the service of protecting royalty was something you wanted, you fought for it and naturally all the people inside and outside the King's Guard admired and respected you immensely; your life was excellent, even with all the problems a Knight could face. Everything seemed incredibly well, but then Rhaenyra appointed Criston Cole as her Sworn Shield and as the years passed, he became Lord Commander of the King's Guard, a position you had long desired and which he achieved for reasons you probably wouldn't want to know.

Since then, he's been a little dictator every chance he gets, but strangely speaking, it was only with you that he became this extremely unpleasant person. If he saw you drinking water after an intense training session, he would say you were slacking off and give you another series of physical exercises to perform; If he saw you talking friendly with another Knight, he would send you on alone patrols so you’ll learn to not ‘waste time talking'.

You're eating calmly in the King's Guard dining room and obviously alone, as on that particular day Criston essentially seemed like a pain in the ass and ordered you to keep watch for longer than you normally would. The White Cloak was stained where the mud splashed by the horses, but you would change it right after eating, that was your plan. The Lord Commander approached, nose high in a proud expression and stood behind you. You felt his dark eyes examining you, searching for something to scold you with.

“Your White Cloak is dirty. Your honor.” His voice was low, judgmental. “Do you think this is how a Knight of the King’s Guard should behave?”