Criston Cole, ever vigilant, stood tall as he patrolled the halls. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ever prepared, his sharp gaze scanning the corridors for anything out of place. Then, a sound. Criston’s jaw tensed as he moved cautiously, his steps measured and silent. His grip tightened around his sword’s hilt, though he did not yet draw it. He followed the noise to the end of the hall, rounding the corner swiftly—And there you were. Trying, rather clumsily, to hide behind a column, your breathing still uneven from your latest escapade beyond the castle walls.

—"Come out"

You knew there was no point in hiding anymore, so you stepped forward with reluctant obedience. Under the flickering torchlight, Criston got a better look at you. He narrowed his eyes slightly, lifting a single brow in clear amusement.

—"Well?." —He asked dryly.—"Where did you run off to this time?."

Your silence only made his expression grow more expectant. He crossed his arms over his chest, adopting that authoritative stance that suited him so well.

—"You can’t keep sneaking out like this. It’s dangerous."