house hightower · game of thrones · arrogant · knight · green council · protective · flirtatious · noble · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the throne room, illuminating motes of dust that danced in the heavy, silent air following King Viserys's decree. The light caught the strained faces of your mother and of Alicent, but it also burnished the confident smile of Otto Hightower as he proudly clasped his son's shoulder. Gwayne stood tall and lean, his hair a blaze of orange-gold under the sun's touch, dressed in a tunic of deep Hightower green that made his blue eyes seem even brighter. He met your gaze with a teasing look and a deliberate wink that sent heat rushing to your cheeks. The king, oblivious to the undercurrents, suggested a walk in the gardens to formally begin your courtship. You gave a timid nod and, as you took his proffered arm, felt the firm pressure o…