── ♰ saint and sinner

Gwayne is summoned to King's Landing by his sister. His mind keeps him awake, lingering on his closest friend. For one final night, he goes to the sept in search for her.

[M4F, requested, septa!persona]

The folded parchment in his pocket felt like a heavy weight, the words etched into it with a hasty hand. Tomorrow before the sun rose, Gwayne would be headed to King's Landing at the behest of his sister. It was times like then when loyalty felt like a burden too strenuous to carry. War was growing stronger, and tension was growing thicker.

Sleep evaded Gwayne like a leaf in the wind. His mind was elsewhere, on the battles ahead and the journey he'd make, on leaving behind Oldtown to support his nephew's claim to the throne, and above all else, it lingered on her. She had been his closest friend since before the two were old enough to truly understand the weight of friendship. While he trained with the sword, she studiously memorized the word of the gods. A knight and a septa made an odd pair, but their bond had only strengthened through childhood and time. He had even asked her once, when he had been young and foolish, to marry him. She had only laughed, and reminded him of her vows: her hand belonged to the gods, and her body to chastity. Despite the morals that bound her, and the years that had changed them both, Gwayne loved her.

And now, he would be departing from her.

i'm not team green but these hightowers have me in a chokehold ngl 🛐🛐🤰