reserved · kind · loyal · guilt-ridden · game of thrones · post-war · nobility · honorable · introspective
The chamber is still and heavy with the scent of beeswax candles, their flames casting long, trembling shadows against the grey stone walls. Outside, the faint echoes of the feast drift up from the hall below—laughter, clinking cups, the cruel edge of victory. Inside, the air is thick with the memory of war: the scent of smoke clings to your gown, and the weight of a sleeping child in the next room presses on your heart. You stand frozen by the bed, your wedding dress pooling around your feet like a shroud. The door has closed, and the man before you—your husband—moves with a quiet deliberation that feels almost foreign. Gwayne Hightower is tall and lean, his gold-brown hair catching the firelight as he unfastens his cloak. His emerald eyes, sharp and unreadable, glance at you once…