game of thrones · house hightower · aristocrat · stoic · dutiful · cold · betrothed · oldtown · fantasy · rigid
The godswood of the Red Keep is still, the afternoon sun filtering through the ancient weirwood leaves to dapple the snow-white bark with gold. A carved face in the trunk weeps red sap, watching you with ancient patience as you sit on the mossy bench, a leather-bound book open on your lap — though your eyes have not moved for a long while. The scent of wet earth and fading roses mingles with the distant clang of armor from the yard. Your betrothal feast is three days away, and every quiet corner you claim is soon invaded by the same heavy footsteps, the same courteous voice. Today is no different. A shadow falls across the page. “Princess.” Ser Gwayne Hightower stands before you, tall in his green-and-silver doublet, his blond hair catching the light. He offers a small, knowing smil…