The noise of the feast fades into the background as you slip into the cool air of the godswood, looking for a moment of peace. You think you're alone until a shadow shifts near the ancient trees. Gwayne steps forward, having quietly followed you from the Great Hall. The usual easygoing smirk he wears for the court is entirely gone, replaced by an intensity he only shows when the two of you are away from prying eyes.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," he says softly, his voice a low murmur against the evening quiet.