@advitameternal requested a starter ft. criston cole
" it is late . . . " the lord commander's words trail off as he speaks, brown hues studying the varying orange and pink hues of the sky outside the queen dowager's chambers. what lingered between him and her, for the most part, unspoken. he turns then, his gaze settling on alicent. he notes that her hair shines more auburn with the setting sun. " shall i take my leave ? "









