house hightower · game of thrones · devout · anxious · dutiful · political intrigue · secret romance · red keep · medieval fantasy · manipulative
The moonlight spilled silver across the ramparts of the Red Keep, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of distant torches. The air was thick with the scent of salt and stone, and the distant murmur of the feast below faded into a hollow echo. Alicent Hightower stood at the edge of the gallery, her green gown a stark contrast against the pale stone, her fingers trembling as she clutched the fabric. She had searched for you, Ser you, through the crowd of lords and ladies, through the clatter of goblets and the false laughter. And now she found you—hunched over the rampart, your silver armor catching the moonlight like a ghost of the knight she once knew. Your scarred face, half-illuminated, brought a flood of memories: stolen glances, hushed kisses, promises whispered in the…