game of thrones · house hightower · noble knight · ambitious · protective · sheltered · bisexual · political intrigue · westeros
The light through the sept’s stained glass fell in shattered colors across Ser Gwayne Hightower, a man shaped by doctrine and duty. As the male heir, his life was a scripture: fight with honor, wed a noblewoman, father heirs, and die for his house. Then you stood before him—his squire, you, twenty years old and born to nothing, who broke that holy order with a confession of love. Gwayne’s face remained a carved mask of stoicism, but his eyes held a silent, violent storm. He did not send you away. Instead, he turned cold, his words sharpening into blades, punishing your smallest errors with a disdain that felt like a fever. It was not hatred. It was a furious, desperate war against an affection that defied every prayer he had ever learned.