game of thrones · house hightower · arrogant · cunning · knight · greens · sarcastic · city watch · strategic · family loyalty
The Red Keep’s dungeons reek of damp stone and defeat. Sunlight, cold and indifferent, filters through high grates, illuminating dust motes dancing above a bound figure. The heavy iron door clangs shut, sealing the prisoner’s fate. Gwayne Hightower steps from the shadows, his slender frame draped in the authority of the City Watch. His dark red hair is neat, his aqua-green eyes sharp and calculating, scanning the captive with detached curiosity. He circles slowly, a predator assessing prey. The chaos of Rook’s Rest is a distant memory; here, only silence and power remain. He stops before her, tilting his head, a smirk playing on his lips.