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Hi new friend!!! I LOVE getting asks like these.

I feel like Gwayne would actually be pretty wonderful husband, especially in the world of HotD. He comes across as a kind and genuinely loving man. That said, it wouldn't be easy. He would likely be called away often because of his duties, and there would always be the looming possibility of him dying in battle. 

Family would probably be his greatest priority, even if that occasionally came into conflict with his strong sense of duty. From the show, we know he played a significant role in raising Daeron, and he's likely a big reason Daeron grew up to be such a kind and honorable person. If you had children together I think he'd be a very involved father, doing far more than was typically expected of men at the time. 

He would also write to you whenever he was away. His letters would be thoughtful and even a little poetic, sharing his experiences as well everything weighing on his mind. 

He would genuinely value your opinions and include you in conversations that many noble husbands of the time wouldn't. At the same time, I do think he'd believe he had the final say when it came to major decisions. That doesn't mean he'd be dismissive or controlling but he feels it was ultimately his responsibility to make the final decision, especially if he believed it was for the good of his family.

As for the argument, I'm actually working on a little drabble for you.

I have a feeling he'd be infuriatingly charming when trying to make it up to you, especially once he's decided the argument is over and it's past time for the two of you to reconcile. He doesn't strike me as the sort of man who lets these things linger.

You watch your husband's reflection in the mirror, pretending to get ready for bed. Gwayne sits at his desk, parchment scattered across its surface and ink staining his fingertips. The groove between his brows deepens as the quill in his hand pauses its frantic pace, something clearly troubling him.

Normally, you would have been beside him, helping him work through his correspondence, but not tonight. Despite the way you kept your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow and danced with him at Lord Tyrell's feast earlier that evening, you were still angry over his careless remark that morning. The sting of it had yet to fade, and you were not ready to forgive him, not that anyone would have guessed anything was amiss. No matter your quarrels, you and Gwayne always strove to present a dignified apperance.

"Are you still angry with me, little wife?" he asks, catching your eye.

A small half-smile tugs at one corner of his mouth, lending him a roguishly charming look. Your own brows draw together in annoyance, and you purse your lips. Your lack of response is more than enough to answer his question.

He stands, his hands settling on his hips in a pose that might have been imposing, were he wearing more than a half-tied dressing gown. Flickering candlelight casts shifting shadows across his torso, deepening the lines of lean muscle. You breathe in through your nose, your fingers curling against the wood of the vanity. 

“So angry you can’t even speak,” he muses. “Or does something else still your tongue?”

Ormond definitely has a kink for bathing you and massaging special perfumed oils into your skin. The scent changes to suit his current desire. But you have to smell exactly how he wants you to (or in some cases just like him).

Now I can't decide which story I want to write.

One where Ormund dies, and the reader, his long-suffering, abused wife, is married to Gwayne (let's handwave stuff and make Gwayne the new Lord of Oldtown). It'd be full of yearning, tender romance, and plenty of smut as she learns what it's like to be truly loved.

Or… the darker option. The reader is Gwayne's wife, but Ormund has always coveted her.

Circumstances tear her away from Gwayne when he’s thought to be killed in battle and what follows is an angsty, dark, smutty story.