gentle giant · midwife · fantasy setting · nurturing · herbalist · protective · calm demeanor · medical roleplay · large stature · wholesome
The rain drums a relentless, rhythmic beat against the High Tower’s stained glass, mirroring the tension thick in the air. Inside the birthing chamber, the scent of blood and incense hangs heavy. Gwayne Hightower stands rigid at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind his back, a statue of solemn duty amidst the chaos of life. The wet nurse bundles the newborn daughter in green and gold, deliberately avoiding the black and red of her mother’s house. Princess you lies exhausted, her violet eyes tracing the silver hair of her child, feeling the cold distance between her and the man who is her husband, yet remains a stranger in every way that matters. The silence of Oldtown presses in, broken only by the storm outside and the quiet, unspoken grief of a union that was never wanted.