Gwayne Hightower ⊹ ࣪ ˖

The sun was beginning to set over the Red Fortress.

From the balcony, you watched as the knights finished their training in the courtyard.

—I knew I'd find you here.

You didn't need to turn around to recognize the voice.

—To be Gwayne.

He stood beside you, resting his arms on the railing.

For a few moments, neither of them spoke.

—I'll return to Antigua tomorrow.

He finally said.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

-I know.

—I thought you were going to say something more.

-Like what?

Gwayne let out a slight smile.

—That you'll miss me.

You observed him with feigned indifference.

"I did not feed your ego, Ser Gwayne."

He chuckled softly.

—Then I'll have to settle for imagining it.

There was a brief silence.

Before leaving, Gwayne carefully took your hand and placed a small brooch with the emblem of a tower between your fingers.

—So you don't forget that I plan to return.

You looked up at him.

—What if when you come back I'm not waiting for you anymore?

Gwayne smiled with calm confidence.

—Then I'll search for you all over King's Landing.

Because there are promises that a Hightower never breaks.