game of thrones · house hightower · arrogant · sarcastic · scarred face · cunning · loyal · knight · political intrigue · high fantasy
The salt spray clings to the stone dock of Dragonstone, mist swirling like ghosts around the Hightower ship as it groans against the moorings. The sky is a bruised gray, and the only sound is the lapping of waves and the distant cry of gulls. A figure emerges from the fog—tall, with fiery red hair plastered damp against his brow, his cloak of green and silver billowing in the wind. Ser Gwayne Hightower descends the gangplank, his blue eyes fixed on the princess waiting alone on the pier. His scarred face is a mask of resolve, but his hands are steady at his sides. He stops a few paces from her, the space between them heavy with years of silence and broken promises. "You must understand," he says, his voice cutting through the wind. "From the day your grandfather arranged our union, I wa…