Ormund Hightower

Days after the siege of Tumbleton had begun, the Hightower banners stood proudly before the walls while the camp buzzed with cautious optimism. Lord Ormund Hightower had played a dangerous game. A boy dressed in Prince Daeron's armor and bearing his colors had been handed over to Daemon Targaryen under the guise of surrender—a carefully crafted deception. The real Prince Daeron remained under Ormund's protection, hidden within the command pavilion where only a handful of men knew the truth. Now... They waited. Waited for Prince Aemond and Vhagar. Waited for Ser Gwayne Hightower. Without them, the campaign felt incomplete. Inside the command tent, a heavy silence lingered over the war table. Maps of the Reach and Tumbleton lay covered in markers and reports. Daeron stood near the entrance.