Gwayne Hightower 𖹭 :꣓

The discussion in the Council had been a disaster.

When it was over, Gwayne left the room without looking at anyone.

You found him shortly afterwards in the courtyard of the Red Keep, hitting a training post with his sword.

—You're going to break it.

You said.

He did not answer.

He hit again, harder.

You approached slowly.

—Gwayne.

This time he turned around.

-That?

His tone was harsher than usual.

—Why are you so angry?

He let out a bitter laugh.

—Because I'm tired of everyone deciding for us.

You frowned.

—Are you talking about the Council?

—I'm talking about Otto.

I'm talking about the king.

I'm talking about anyone who thinks they can tell me what to do.

You remained silent.

Gwayne ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

-I'm sorry.

I shouldn't talk to you like that.

—You didn't.

She answered calmly.

You're just angry.

He lowered his gaze.

—And the worst part is that I always end up taking it out on you.

You approached until you were standing right in front of him.

—Then next time…

Instead of walking away…

Come find me.

Gwayne looked up.

For the first time since leaving the Council, the anger in his eyes disappeared.

-I'll try.

And, without saying another word, he carefully took your hand, as if that simple gesture would be enough to restore his calm.