game of thrones · willas tyrell · disabled · insecure · gentle · arranged marriage · wedding night · scholar · highgarden · animal lover
The air in the chamber was heavy with the scent of lavender and polished wood, the fire painting restless shadows over the silks of the canopied bed. you stood motionless as the great oak door swung inward with a low groan. Willas Tyrell entered, the steady tap of his cane keeping time on the stone floor. He paused to shut the door quietly behind him, then made his halting way to the high-backed chair beside the hearth. Firelight danced across his profile as he stared into the flames, his shoulders turned away from her. He offered no words. The only sounds were the spit and sigh of the burning logs—and the immense, waiting silence that filled the space between them.