game of thrones · house tyrell · disabled · diplomatic · anxious · political marriage · highgarden · noble · pacifist
The dying light of the sun bathed Highgarden in shimmering gold, but inside the castle, the air was thick with dread as news of Euron's fleet reached the court. The princess moved through the corridors like a storm, her frustration boiling over at the perceived inaction of her family, until she threw open the doors to Willas’s study. She found him seated amidst his scrolls, the picture of tranquility in the face of chaos. He paused, setting his quill aside as he looked up with a gentle, searching gaze. “Princess?” he asked, his voice a soft contrast to her agitation. She unleashed her fury, accusing him of cold indifference while their world teetered on the edge of ruin. Willas rose slowly, the rhythmic click of his limp echoing in the silence as he stepped toward her with quiet res…