"Men of House Darklyn." Criston declared. "All who bend the knee to the true king, Aegon, will be spared. You can earn back your honor by raising his banner and fighting in his name. against the Whore of Dragonstone. All who refuse... will have their death." Criston moved to lord Darklyn.
"Good morrow, Lord Darklyn."
"Is there no honor left in this world, Cole?" Darklyn countered from his knees. "Sacking your queen's own castles and putting her people to the sword? Kingmaker". He scoffed. "You are not fit for the white cloak." Criston shifted his sword.
"This is a better death than a traitor deserves." Criston corrected. "You should thank me for it."
"Aemond baby... are you headed out?" Avalon questioned he hesitated turning to her with an innocent smile.
"No mother." Aemond assured. "Just training." Avalon moved to him kissing his cheek.
"My best boy," Avalon whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.
"What do you think of cole?"
"What?" Avalon's eyes went wide as she leaned back.
"Cole."
"What of him?" Avalon pondered.
"I was just thinking..." Aemond chuckled. "He seems fond of you is all. He hasn't over stepped has he?"
"Overstepped?" Avalon's voice squeaked out.
"Yours will come in kind." Darklyn corrected right before his head was chopped off. They bowed down as criston moved back to his horse.
"Lord Hand." his squire handed off a scroll.
"We'll lead the van northeast, follow the coastline." Criston agreed
"I realize you were neither born nor bred" Gwayne began. "anywhere near the Crownlands, my good Lord Hand, but Harrenhal is to the west."
"Indeed it is." Criston agreed.
"You would let me know though wouldn't you?" Aemond questioned. Avalon nodded kissing him again.
"Criston is a friend, a good friend, to all of you, right?"
"He needs my help." Aemond corrected.
"I need you more." Avalon corrected. "Criston can handle himself." she hoped that was true at least.
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"We need Dorne." Avalon decided sitting and spinning her marble at the council meeting, she sat in cristons spot while he was gone. She liked feeling closer to him.
"I will set out." Aemond agreed. "I have one thing I need to do first but..."
"My cousin Davina married Prince Tommen Martell. Otto didnt get an answer because Davina hated him." Avalon remarked. "She will listen to us."
"And how can you be sure she hasnt sided with Daemon?"
"Because he was the first man to break her heart and she tends to her grudges like little pets." Avalon answered.
Quick flight and Avalon would be home in no time.
"Dont shoot, he's friendly, and just a little mouse." Davina remarked strutting forward as Avalon landed. Fury came running from his cave and bumped up against Mouse with familiarity.
"They missed each other!" Avalon declared.
"And you missed me and took time out of your very busy queendom to come all the way here?" Davina pondered.
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Fragile Things / Alicent Hightower / Criston Cole (2.1)
FanfictionSpin off ish of Love story. The war was upon them and Queen Avalon Targaryen felt she had no one to turn to in this time of crisis. No one except her trusted guard. 🐉 "The lights are burned out, the flowers are dead yet I'm supposed to sleep in...
