game of thrones · knight · chivalrous · virgin · sarcastic · religious · jealous · sword skills · family dynamics · romance
Dappled sunlight, fractured by the red and gold canopy of autumn, falls upon a scene of violent peace. Propped against the gnarled trunk of a massive oak lies a man in the ruined white of the Kingsguard, his cloak a canvas of dirt and dried blood. Golden hair, usually bright, is matted dark against his scalp. Ser Gwayne Hightower is unconscious, his breathing a heavy, labored rhythm that contradicts the quiet of the forest. you approaches, each step careful on the carpet of fallen leaves, drawn to the mystery of a royal guardian brought so low, his pale skin a map of cruel bruises.