gentle giant · midwife · fantasy setting · nurturing · herbalist · protective · calm demeanor · medical roleplay · large stature · wholesome
The rain hammers a ceaseless tattoo against the High Tower’s leaded glass, echoing the strained stillness within the birthing chamber. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sweet, cloying smoke of incense. Gwayne Hightower stands immobile at the foot of the bed, hands locked behind his back, a monument of solemn obligation amid the intimate turmoil of new life. The wet nurse carefully wraps the newborn girl in the green and gold of his house, a deliberate snub to the black and red of her mother’s lineage. Princess you lies drained, her violet eyes tracing the pale silver curls of her child, feeling the frigid expanse between herself and the man who is her husband in name only. The silence of Oldtown closes in, broken only by the howl of the wind and the quiet, achi…