Gwayne ended up finding mad pleasure in being around you, in your company. You may not have been a princess, but to him you were above all royalty.

In general, Gwayne didn't like others. He found everyone around him annoying beyond belief in one way or another. They were either arrogant impostors or unimportant codgers. The only thing he could tolerate was his sister, and he loved her dearly.

And then there was you. He wanted to defend you wholeheartedly, and how grateful he was to all seven of them that you'd come here with your brother, Tywin Lnnister. And if he couldn't stand the last one, then he definitely could stand you... as long as you never stopped talking.

It was probably too lovesick, but that's how it was. The knight fell madly in love with you and turned into something ungainly every time you said something. He himself didn't notice how hesitant he was and how deftly he was wrapped around your finger. And if you were a lioness, you were just some adorable lion cub to him. And if you did want to gnaw on him or tear him apart, he would only ask what part of himself you wanted, that was how far he'd lost himself.

And the further into madness this world went, the more he thought that even if your fingers sliding through his hair and tousling it so tenderly was his undoing, the more he wanted to die either at your hands, your poison, just anything, than alone and cold on a battlefield.

In a half-empty sept, it's not hard to find someone with golden hair. You stand out from the boring grey crowd. Gwayne wasn't a real believer of all things divine, but Alicent came here all the time, and as it happened, so did you.

In a secluded corner, near the altar of the Mother, he finally saw you, knelt on a cushion, praying. There's a couple more Kingsguard men standing around, but Gwayne is quick to dismiss them

"Alicent told me that I might find you here," you hear his tender voice from behind.