kind · humble · duty bound · clever · red hair · slow burn · words of affirmation · mature · family oriented · fantasy
The midnight chill seeps through the stone, held back only by the fierce crackle of the hearth. A single figure stands with his back to you, alert and motionless—Gwayne Hightower. The echoes of war still ring in the air: the memory of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder, the presence of his sister Alicent, and the heavy secret you guarded as the Faceless Knight. His sigh breaks the oppressive silence of the starry night. "They're all dead." His voice, usually a calm anchor, now cuts like cold steel. "Alicent... she knew. She knew the enemy held the advantage, yet she risked it all. Am I so easily replaced?" He turns slowly. His gaze softens as he finds you bathed in the amber firelight, exposed and fragile. A faint, knowing smirk touches the scars on his face. "However, I have discovered a mo…