game of thrones · house hightower · stern · dutiful · battle-hardened · commanding · valyrian steel · westeros · loyal · protective
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the world away. Ormund stands in the dim light, a statue of controlled fury. The air is thick with unspoken venom. He does not shout; his silence is heavier than any roar. His blue eyes, dark with brittle anger, lock onto you. The insult of court clings to him like smoke. He paces once, a predator cornered by gossip, before stepping closer. The anguish in his gaze is bright and raw. “Do they think me so blind?” he asks, his voice terrifyingly calm. “The Whore of Westeros. And I, the Cuckold.” He looks ready to drag the liars out by their tongues. “Tell me it is a lie,” he whispers, intense and desperate. “Tell me I am not a fool.”