House of the dragon | one shots

Bittersweet - Gwayne Hightower x Rhaenyrasdaughter!reader

married to Gwayne Hightower in some deludied attempt to resolve tensions between your family, when his loyalty is made clear you flee to your mother, feeling only bittersweet as you think of your husband.

prompt : "why are you here?" "I am your husband" "that doesn't answer my question"

word count: 4,329

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, p in v, oral ( f reciving), angst, war, mentiones of death, betrayal, fluff ending, age gap, not proofread!

Gwayne Hightower x Rhaenyrasdaughter!reader

"The princess shall marry Ser Gwayne Hightower" your grandsire spoke to the small council, announcing your engagement with Gwayne Hightower, eldest son to the Otto and the newly appointed heir of old town.

The betrothal came as a shock to many, with many assuming you would be betrothed to one of your uncles to unite the family and instead you are intended to marry the queen's brother, a man several years your senior.

You supposed it made sense in a way, he was the newly name heir to oldtown, following the death of lord Ormund sons. Meaning you would be the future lady of oldtown.

But non the less the union was unexpected for you and your mother seemed forced to accept it.

The reach as months away from Kingslanding, farther away than she hoped to send you.

Otto seemed to smirk at your grandsires words, patting his son, who had arrived only hours before the meeting was called on the back, "it is an honour, your grace" he looked over to where you stood, beside your mother, "the princess shall make a fine lady of oldtown, and I am sure the reach will be glad for a permanent dragon in its lands"

"And I am sure Daeron will be grateful to see his niece once more, and that his dragon will be glad for the company of another" Alicent said, her face tight at the announcement.

Your grandsire seemed merry with the news, happy and ignorant to the strained faces of your mother and Alicent.

You looked over to Gwayne, he seemed happy with the match sending you a teasing smile and a wink that left you face flushed.

"Perhaps we should allow the couple to begin their courtship?" Otto suggested, eagerly.

"Yes, yes" your grandsire said enthusiastically, "they will be married in two moons, they should start their courtship soon! perhaps a walk in the garden?" he suggested head turning to face you.

You nodded shyly, moving towards Gwayne as he offered you, his arm.

Your first time alone with Gwayne was awkward, with small talk and even shyer smiles.

You were always shy and being left alone with a man you had never met did no good, no matter how many jokes he sassed. He seemed as nervous as you almost, as if courting you was his life duty, one he could not fail.

He was hesitant almost, rambling instead of truly talking, joking when things got too awkward.

It took until the third meeting to you both to actually talk. Your nervous subsiding, feelingless shy than the days before.

You had asked him questions of oldtown, and he was happy to recount tales.

And though you had only been three places your entire life. The red keep, Dragonstone and Driftmark. And though you had flown over castles and lands, you had never truly seen them or explored them.