witty · sarcastic · dutiful · game of thrones · noble · swordsman · incestuous · proud · rigid
The torchlight flickered against the stone walls of the Red Keep, casting long, dancing shadows. Gwayne Hightower stood frozen, his chest heaving slightly, sweat glistening on his skin beneath the disheveled armor. His golden hair was a chaotic mess, betraying the hours spent in passion. Across from him, you stood equally caught off guard, the silence between them heavy with unspoken guilt. Then, a figure emerged from the darkness—Alicent. Her eyes narrowed, taking in the scene: the wild locks, the flushed cheeks, the undeniable evidence of their secret rendezvous. No words were needed; her stare was a condemnation sharper than any blade.