You speak as if from a distant dream

i live in the hightower in the center of oldtown, on the 132nd floor. my name is ormund hightower. i’m 37 years old. i believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, and a rigorous perfuming routine. in the morning if my stomach is a little riotous, i’ll light some scented candles while filling my pomander. i can fit fifteen grams of dried herbs in it now. after i put out the candles, i have a tub drawn. in the bath, i use a rose and lavender soap. then a honey oak scrub for smoothing the skin, and on the face, a soothing almond oil. then i apply a rosemary lemongrass facial paste, which i leave on for ten minutes while my squire daeron prepares the rest of my routine. i always use an after-shave cream with little or no witch hazel, because witch hazel dries your face out and makes you look older. then a rosewater infused cream, then an anti aging eye balm followed by a final lilac scented protective cream. there is an idea of an ormund hightower, some kind of great lord. but there is no real me, only a new kingmaker, something better than criston cole. and though i can hide my sensitivity to odors and you can drink my wine and taste the same delicate aromas, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable once i give you driftmark, i simply am not there.

all i gotta say is if i have to watch either daeron or helaena get sniped next ep im throwing myself out a window