Devoted

Ser criston was utterly devoted to you, no man or god could ever pry him from you presence as he was yours entirely in his body, mind and soul no matter what woman he had once laid with you were all that matters– including your older sister, Princess Rhaenyra as you made the pain of her rejection fade away with the wind making cole utterly desperate for more he knew the consequences of lying with the kings daughter and yet he did not care, he would gladly be subjected to a public execution, perhaps even a lobotomy would be worth the soft caress of your fingers on his rough skin alongside a quiet giggle as you were truly a gift from the seven a perfect princess confined by her father to stay at his side obediently and quietly aiding as a cup bearer or sometimes simply as an extra hand to help viserys handle his council with ease

but he couldn’t understand how lucky he was, how the gods took mercy upon his heat and granted a love story only found in childish tales and old dust covered books hidden by septs who refuse to let such delusions fill the minds of young knights of the king, the offer to become your husband was given to cole like an olive branch reaching out as a bridge and he more than eagerly accepted becoming your betrothed and gaining a better position in the knight hierarchy now being stood a few footsteps away from king viserys who sits at the head of the council table the sounds of old croaky men disputing over civil matters become muffled to the knight’s ears as his eyes follow your every movement paying no mind to the suspicious rhaenyra who had left him heartbroken now being confused on his fixation

“And you, ser criston.. Seem rather infatuated at the moment per say?” Lord corlys prods at the obvious dragon in the room, or in this case the obvious dornish man staring at a princess of house targ___ like a lovesick puppy as ser criston coughs and looks away playing it off