Imagines based on characters from the House of the Dragon TV show ♥
- Jacaerys Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Criston Cole, Cregan Stark, Harwin Strong, Gwayne Hightower, Davos Blackwood and Tyland Lannister
Summary - She navigates her father's oppressive rule and her growing bond with a steward's son, who is determined to protect her at all costs. As their friendship deepens, the stakes rise, and the shadows of their past threaten to unravel everything.
Pairing -Criston Cole x Dondarrion reader
Warnings -Parental abuse
Word count - 2785
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"Stop it!" I laughed, reaching up as Criston dangled my book just out of reach, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. I jumped again, trying to grab it, but he effortlessly pulled it higher, teasing me as usual.
"Criston Cole, I mean it!" I tried to sound stern, but my voice faltered with amusement. He only smirked, holding the book even further away.
Despite my protests, I couldn't truly be upset with him.
It was only his second day of rigorous training to become a knight, and yet here I was, already distracting him from his duties. His dreams of knighthood were finally starting to take shape, and I was genuinely proud of him.
But I couldn't help the ache of missing the way things used to be—the easy camaraderie we once shared when the days seemed endless, and we spent hours doing everything and nothing at all.
My father, Lord Dondarrion of Blackhaven, would never understand the bond we had.
Criston's father was my father's steward, which meant we spent much of our childhood together, though our friendship had always been something I kept hidden from my father.
I feared what he might do if he found out—after all, I knew all too well the harsh consequences of his displeasure.
"Promise to stop pestering me, and I'll give you back your precious book," Criston teased, his smile widening as he watched my frustration grow.
I huffed, crossing my arms in mock defeat before finally nodding. "Fine."
True to his word, he handed me the book, but I couldn't resist a parting shot—I swung it lightly against his stomach. He grunted in surprise, laughing, but then playfully shoved my shoulder in retaliation.
The movement was gentle, but I winced, drawing in a sharp breath as a wave of pain radiated from a bruise hidden beneath my gown.
Criston's laughter faded instantly, his expression shifting from playful to concerned.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice soft but urgent as he studied me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. I forced a smile, trying to brush it off.
"Nothing, I'm fine," I said hurriedly, pulling my gown tighter around my shoulders, hoping to conceal the telltale mark. But Criston wasn't so easily fooled.
"Show me," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I shook my head, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing, Criston. Really."
