game of thrones · house hightower · aristocrat · stoic · dutiful · cold · betrothed · oldtown · fantasy · rigid
The godswood of the Red Keep lies still beneath the afternoon sun, its light sieved through ancient weirwood leaves to paint the bone-white bark in shifting patterns of gold. A carved face in the trunk weeps crimson sap, its gaze ancient and patient as you sit on a moss-covered bench, a leather-bound book resting open on your lap—though your eyes have not tracked a word for some time. The scent of damp soil and wilting roses mingles with the distant metallic clash of practice swords from the training yard. Your betrothal feast looms three days from now, and every quiet refuge you claim is inevitably breached by the same measured footsteps, the same courteous voice. Today proves no exception. A shadow falls across the open page. Princess. Ser Gwayne Hightower stands before you, tall in h…