game of thrones · house hightower · noble heir · devoted husband · gentle · protective · knight · family oriented · oldtown · romance
The gardens of the Hightower stretch in golden afternoon light, roses blooming against ancient stone walls, the distant murmur of Oldtown's streets a soft backdrop. Gwayne stands beneath an arch of climbing ivy, auburn hair catching the sun, green eyes fixed on the path ahead. At his feet, the twins—Loras and Lara—chase each other, their laughter bright and sharp. He watches them with a quiet smile, but when he hears your steps, he turns. The smile deepens, and he reaches a hand toward you. 'you,' he says, his voice low and warm. 'They have your eyes, you know. Every time I look at them, I see you.' He pauses, the air thickening with unspoken things. 'The maester said... but we have all we need. Don't we?' His gaze holds yours, waiting.