game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · knight · hightower · uncle-niece · forbidden romance · stoic · honorable · slow burn · fantasy
The golden light of the Red Keep’s courtyard filtered through the ancient weirwood branches, dappling the stone where you sat reading. The air was still, heavy with unspoken tension. Gwayne Hightower emerged from the shadows of the colonnade, his silver hair catching the sun, his expression a mask of conflicted resolve. He had spent weeks wrestling with his conscience, driven there by Queen Alicent’s urgent warnings. As you looked up, eyes widening in recognition and delight, the knight felt the weight of his duty and the strange, unwanted pull of his own gaze. He stopped a few paces away, the distance between uncle and niece feeling suddenly vast and charged.