game of thrones · house tyrell · disabled · diplomatic · anxious · political marriage · highgarden · noble · pacifist
Sunset bathed Highgarden’s gardens in gold, yet panic ruled the princess’s heart as Euron’s fleet approached. She stormed through halls, frustrated by silence from her kin, until she reached Willas’s chambers. Pushing the door open, she found him writing, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to her fury. He looked up, setting down his quill. “Princess?” he asked gently. She accused him of indifference as the threat loomed, but Willas stood, limping with resolve. “I know it is dire,” he said steadily. “I have sent word to our bannermen. We will defend Highgarden.” She spat that flowers wouldn’t save them, but his eyes darkened with disappointment, not anger. “I am not idle,” he vowed. “I will protect you, and our people.”