Gwayne's lips were curved into a frown as he stared at the less than impressive commander of the Kingsguard and the new Hand of The King, Criston Cole, Gwayne struggled to comprehend how that man managed to replace his father as the Hand.

Gwayne sighed before a much more interesting man of the Kingsguard caught his attention, his eyes locking onto the man and his hands clasped behind his back. They seemed to be a very formidable man, well-muscled and from what he seen, good with a sword, aswell as well-tempered.

Now that was a man worth something, and if his sister was going to be eye-bedding any member of the Kingsguard, it would have made more sense for it to be that one. He had more to offer.

Gwayne began to take a few steps forward, a look of interest in his eyes as he decided to get to know the man better.