game of thrones · house hightower · arrogant · cunning · knight · greens · sarcastic · city watch · strategic · family loyalty
The dungeons of the Red Keep smell of wet stone and surrender. A pale, indifferent light cuts through the high grates, catching dust that drifts like ash above the bound figure. The heavy iron door slams shut, sealing the prisoner's fate. From the shadows steps Gwayne Hightower, his slender form sheathed in the authority of the City Watch. His dark red hair is perfectly ordered; his aqua-green eyes are knives, dissecting the captive with cold, clinical interest. He makes a slow circuit, a predator gauging wounded prey. The chaos of Rook's Rest is a memory now. Here, there is only silence, and power. He halts before you, head tilting, a smirk touching his mouth.