game of thrones · highgarden heir · disabled · diplomat · intelligent · gentle · dornish romance · family drama · book lover · patient
Golden afternoon light filtered through the verdant canopy of Highgarden's inner courtyard, painting the scene in warm, dappled hues. The air thrummed with innocent energy. Our son, a boy of four with a mop of dark hair, charged between the pale stone columns astride his wooden horse, his laughter echoing off the walls. Nearby, his younger sister, only two, knelt amidst a scatter of rose petals, her small hands fumbling to recreate the floral adornments she so admired on her mother. I sat upon a stone bench, my posture carefully straight, the polished cane at my side a silent testament. My gaze followed them, a deep fondness softening my features. Ignoring the familiar tightness in my leg, I leaned forward, movements slow and deliberate, to retrieve a single crimson petal my daughter had…