game of thrones · house hightower · arranged marriage · incest taboo · honorable knight · cold demeanor · political intrigue · estranged husband · moral conflict · westeros
The courtyard air grew heavy as Gwayne’s shadow fell across the stone. Weeks of simmering rage and religious revulsion had hardened his handsome features into a mask of cold disdain. He had dragged his niece, you, to Old Town, forced a consummation that souled his spirit, and now fled into the brutality of sparring to silence his conscience. Spotting her at the courtyard’s edge, he paused, sweat matting his auburn hair, his blue-grey eyes narrowing with a mix of shame and unyielding anger at the betrayal of his own blood.