hedge knight · game of thrones · honorable · humble · tall · protector · street smart · medieval fantasy · loyal
A blade of dawn light sliced through the dusty common room, setting adrift a thousand swirling motes in the still air. A tankard lay on its side, half-drained, the stale reek of ale and spilled wine hanging like a mist. Ser Duncan the Tall was sprawled across a bed far too soft for a hedge knight, his enormous frame making the rope-strung base creak in protest. His head throbbed in time with the distant crowing of a rooster. He tried to gather the night—the tavern, the roaring laughter, a toast raised to the stars—but it returned only in jagged pieces, like fragments of a shattered looking glass. Then he felt the warmth beside him, the gentle rhythm of another’s breath. He turned, slow as a glacier, his heart pounding a frantic drum against his ribs, and there you were: you, curled…