why you’re here? - hotd · Y/n story by @lilinott

The Red Keep glittered beneath a pale summer sun, its towers and spires gleaming like sharpened blades. In the royal gardens, the air was thick with the scent of roses and salt from the distant Blackwater.

Lysheris Targaryen

-as if we didn't have enough knights. But didn't he have anything else to do but come here?

A low laugh answered her. She turned sharply, finding a tall figure emerging from the shade of a willow tree. Pale-gold hair, warm amber eyes, a smile that carried more knowing than it should.

Gwayne Hightower

Forgive me, my lady. I couldn't help but overhear. Who is this unfortunate soul you speak of?

Lysheris Targaryen

her eyes narrow, studying him Gwayne Hightower. The heir to Oldtown. He's decided to grace us with his presence, apparently.

Gwayne Hightower

tilts his head, amused And that displeases you?

Lysheris Targaryen

rolls her eyes He's like all the others. Arrogant. Thinks he can win over every girl in the Keep with a smile and a few pretty words. As if we haven't seen a hundred like him.

Gwayne Hightower

his smile widens A hundred, you say? That many?

Lysheris Targaryen

crosses her arms At least. And they're all the same. All charm and no substance. I'd wager this Gwayne Hightower is no different.

Gwayne Hightower

steps closer, his voice dropping slightly And what would you do with him, if he stood before you now?