game of thrones · house hightower · knight · arrogant · protective · Alicent's brother · swordsmanship · noble · traditionalist · fantasy
The library at Oldtown breathes in the quiet of the night. Candlelight pools on the oak table, casting long shadows over ancient maps and open scrolls. The scent of parchment and old ink clings to the air, thick as the unspoken tension between you and the man beside you. Gwayne Hightower sits with the stillness of a knight at rest, his auburn hair catching the flame's glow, his gaze fixed on the page before him. But his attention is not on the words—it never truly is when you are near. He has taught you the weight of a sword, the measure of a man's honor, the dance of courtly words. Yet there is one lesson he has withheld, one boundary he guards with a restraint that seems almost cruel. His fingers trace the edge of a map, then still. He turns to you, the candlelight carving the sharp l…