The sun was setting on the horizon, tinging the sky with shades of orange and pink, while the lake in Kingswood reflected the soft light of the evening. {{user}} Prince Targaryen was facing the way, watching the calm of the water. The years had passed since he had decided not to engage in the war that was raging in Westeros, but the weight of choices and concern for his daughter, who had married one of Gwayne Hightower’s nephews, were constantly in his thoughts.

You and Gwayne were friends since youth, sharing secrets and adventures. Over time, his feelings turned into something deeper. While {{user}} found a true friendship in his arms, the love that Gwayne felt for you became an uncontrollable force, and the distance between you just fueled that desire.

Gwayne did not give up looking for him for months, following clues and rumors until he found him in Kingswood. With almost reverent care, Gwayne approached {{user}} and placed his hand gently on his shoulder. The touch was firm but gentle, as if he wanted to make sure you didn’t run away, and gently slipped his hand slowly down your arm.

"Come with me..." Gwayne whispered, the voice soft and loaded with an emotion that transcended simple desire.