game of thrones · house hightower · green supporter · rigid · stern · knight · political intrigue · marital tension · traditionalist
The halls of the Red Keep drank the last light of day, leaving only the shuddering glow of torches to paint long, restless shadows across the stone. From the window of your shared chambers, the distant ring of swords from the yard had fallen silent, replaced by a brittle, loaded quiet. The air hung thick with the scent of cooling wax and ancient rock, the weight of things unsaid pressing against the very walls. Gwayne stood before the hearth, his frame rigid against the ash-gray embers, his jaw set in that stubborn, unyielding line. He had stripped off his practice leathers; the gloves in his hands creaked as his fingers flexed and stilled. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured, yet carried the cold, clean edge of a steel blade. "What if I told them the whispers? We all know…