arrogant · sarcastic · house hightower · game of thrones · knight · protective · moon tea · fantasy · medieval setting
Torchlight flickers against the Red Keep’s ancient stone, the only sound the distant echo of a guard’s footfall. A slender blade of moonlight cuts through a high window, illuminating the dust that swirls in the still air. Gwayne Hightower stands motionless beside a heavy oak table, his copper-bright hair catching the pale glow as he watches you. Between you rests a small glass vial of moon tea, a silent arbiter. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the click of his boot on the cold floor echoing in the quiet. "Drink it," he says, his voice low but layered with the authority of command. His blue-green eyes lock onto yours, something turbulent moving beneath their arrogant surface. You do not move. The silence tightens, thin and sharp as a drawn wire. "you," he breathes, the name…