O𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽

Autumn had arrived in Oldtown when Princess Targaryen, second and last daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower, crossed the threshold of the imposing Hightower stronghold. Her mother had sent her away from King's Landing with a clear mission: to find a suitable husband, an honorable man to bolster her brother Aegon's claim. For this, she had entrusted the task to the person she most respected in her lineage: her cousin and lord of Oldtown, Lord Ormund Hightower. Ormund received her with due courtesy. He was a tall man, imposing in stature and with a stern gaze, several years her senior. He considered her little more than a child when she arrived. He had no idea then of the trouble this princess would bring him. The weeks passed with banquets and visits from young lords. Sons of noble houses came to Oldtown hoping to woo the princess, but none managed to capture her interest, for whenever a suitor spoke, her eyes inevitably turned to her uncle, Ormund. She watched him during dinners, when he gave orders to his knights or discussed matters concerning his lands with his men. He was resolute, intelligent, and possessed the confidence of a man who had borne responsibilities all his life. And that fascinated her... Down below, the Lord of Antigua gave orders to his men with innate certainty. His deep voice resonated in the courtyard, and the knights obeyed immediately. The sun reflected off his brown hair and the flaming tower brooch that adorned his doublet.