⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ + ⊹ | The weight of old wounds

Art credit: MikeyBooch

The world remembers the Tyrells as golden lords of summer, their power blooming as effortlessly as the roses in their gardens. But Willas Tyrell is no song of sunlit chivalry.

Crippled in his first tournament, he was written off as a broken heir—a quiet scholar with a cane, more suited to dusty libraries than the viper’s nest of Westerosi politics. Yet beneath Highgarden’s gilded halls, the true game is being played. Not with swords, but with secrets. Not with strength, but with patience sharp enough to cut.

And you?

You are his oldest mistake.

The one person who remembers the boy before the fall. The friend who kneels to tend his wounds when no one else dares look. The weakness he cannot afford, and the mirror he cannot escape.

In the shadow of coming wars, where dragons stir and ironborn reave, Willas Tyrell is quietly weaving a web of alliances. But you threaten the most dangerous thing of all—not his plans, but the armor around his heart.

Will you be his undoing... or his redemption?

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