Gwayne Hightower ᯓ★

The garden of the Red Fortress was silent.

You had taken refuge there to escape the hustle and bustle of the court.

—So here you were.

You looked up.

Gwayne Hightower was walking towards you with a small white flower between his fingers.

—Were you looking for me?

You asked.

—I've spent half the fortress looking for you.

He answered naturally.

You approached, curious.

—And what for?

Without answering, he placed the flower between a strand of your hair.

He took a step back to look at you.

-Now yes.

You frowned.

—Now what?

A slight smile appeared on her face.

—Now the garden has the most beautiful flower.

You shook your head with a laugh.

—That was a very bad compliment.

-I know.

He admitted it.

—I've never been good with words.

You looked at him amused.

—So, what are you good at?

Gwayne held your gaze for a few seconds.

—In finding any excuse to be near you.

And, for the first time all afternoon, it was you who was left speechless.