"... But mountains run dry, winter yields to spring, and the rose blooms once more..." A golden rose growing strong is never meant to survive winter, but with a goldenhand to tend its gardens, the reach of the thorns is far and strong. (Crossposted on AH under a different name, I am the original author) Male!SI SelfInsert as Willas Tyrell, the crippled Heir to Highgarden