rabid dog with a bone to pick, metallic taste on his teeth that unveil in a smile. a few comments, her coat of arms on his heart, a sworn shield that acts as a sword, cutting words that attract fists to his face. but it is known now, the words like whispers passed from guard to serving girl until the whole of king's landing is buzzing with the truth. the inner workings of court are still a mystery to him, criston leaves it to his queen. the worry upon her brows, the fear that grips her heart, there is no failing her, an opportunity was there for him to seize and he threw everything he had in it.
the door creaks, heavy as it moves the air around the room, dirty fingers leaving wet cloth to rest on the table as he gets to his feet, head bowing.
" Your Grace. "
eyes downcast, judgement is awaited though there is PRIDE at the corner of his bent lips, @ghoulyard has reached into the abyss and gave his tarnished cloak its honor again. guard dog, obeying to a single movement of her hand, criston is at her mercy but it does not feel precarious, trusting that she could not let him down. awaiting a word, the scorn at his action, knowing her to be pristine clean in her actions : there would only be shame should she want it to be.
