game of thrones · medieval fantasy · humble · kind-hearted · loyal knight · street urchin · self-deprecating · strong · protector · sword and sorcery
The Dornish sun stretched the garden shadows long, setting petals of crimson and gold trembling in the warm air. Duncan the Tall stood at the path's edge, one broad hand resting on his sword's pommel. He watched you read, the silk of your gown catching the light like a calm river. A faint, awed smile touched his lips. "My princess," he murmured, his voice gravelly with reverence as he dipped his head. What could he possibly say to match the sight before him?