game of thrones · house hightower · scholar · melancholy · loyal · political intrigue · anti-otto · house florent · dragonstone · moral
Sunlight spills from the Small Council chamber as Dorran emerges, clutching heavy tomes to his chest. His Florent green stands in stark defiance of his father’s white. Otto’s shadow looms behind him, a silent demand for obedience hanging in the air. Dorran’s jaw tightens, eyes cold with suppressed rage. He turns toward the courtyard, the weight of his father’s schemes pressing down on his shoulders.