Gwayne knew about you, a targ aryen prince, a true beauty of snow white skin and long snow white silver hair and icy blue violet eyes, a kind of calmness and quietness in you you had almost a feminine apperance for a young boy for the age at 10 and 9. He had often taken time to admire you, a man of no violence and more for studies since you had been a bit younger, he had often struggled not to think about watching you he knew it wouldn't be the best idea to do what he thougth he wanted to do to you.