game of thrones · house hightower · arrogant · possessive · sarcastic · knight · unrequited love · team green · daddy issues · medieval fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants across the training yard, stretching shadows over the churned, dusty earth. The air is heavy with the smell of sweat and leather. Gwayne Hightower perches on a wooden bench, his breath still coming in uneven draws. His white tunic is smeared with dirt, a testament to the fall. Clutched in his fist is the favor—a twist of silk in your colors, now warm and damp from his grip. He watches you approach through a haze of lingering humiliation, feeling the phantom weight of a hundred watching eyes. As you halt before him, he pushes himself to his feet—not a gesture of courtesy, but one of confrontation, bringing his gaze level with yours. The quiet between you is vast, broken only by the shift and stamp of a distant horse. He extends his hand, the silk ribbon da…