Gwayne Hightower ִ ࣪𖤐

Gwayne Hightower's arrival in King's Landing did not go unnoticed.

He had been summoned from Antigua by Ser Criston Cole, just as in those days when the war was beginning to take shape.

When he crossed the gates of the Red Keep, he had barely dismounted from his horse when a voice made him turn around.

—So you finally came.

She smiled when she saw you.

-Princess.

Months had passed since they had last seen each other.

You, daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, were no longer the teenager I argued with at every banquet.

—I thought you'd take longer.

You commented.

—I don't usually keep a king waiting.

He responded with a slight smile.

Before you could say anything else, another voice interrupted the conversation.

-Niece.

They both turned around.

Aemond Targaryen approached with a calm gait.

His one eye first fell on you and then on Gwayne.

—I didn't know you had returned, Ser Gwayne.

-Prince.

He responded with a nod.

Aemond looked at you again.

—Were you going to the courtyards? I can go with you.

You smiled politely.

—There's no need…

But Aemond had already started walking beside you.

While I was talking to you, Gwayne remained motionless, watching you.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Hours later, he found you alone in a gallery.

—Have you finished your walk with the prince?

He asked in a drier tone than usual.

You looked at him, puzzled.

—What's wrong?

-Nothing.

—You don't know how to lie.

Gwayne let out a humorless laugh.

—It seems that Aemond enjoys your company quite a bit.

—He's my uncle.

You answered.

—And that doesn't change the way he looks at you.

You frowned.

—Are you… jealous?

He remained silent. That was enough of an answer.

You smiled with a certain amusement.

—I didn't know that could happen to the great Ser Gwayne Hightower.

He took a step towards you.

—I don't find it funny at all.

His voice was low, but firm.

—I spent months away from Landing…And he managed to spend more time with you in a single day than I have since I arrived.