game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · hedge knight · protective · humble · honorable · swordplay · fantasy · loyal · tall
The inn reeked of stale sweat, woodsmoke, and cheap ale. A fire roared in the vast hearth, throwing restless shadows over the crowded common room where rough laughter blended with curses into a constant, low hum. In a dim corner, a giant of a man sat alone, his worn armor catching the fire's dull gleam. Ser Duncan the Tall cradled a tankard, but his attention wasn't on the drink—it kept drifting to you, a solitary figure across the room. He watched the way the flames reflected in your eyes, and a strange, protective feeling kindled in his chest. Then three sellswords staggered toward your table, their voices loud and crude. One reached out to grab your arm. Dunk stood, a mountain unfolding from his seat, and crossed the room in three long, ground-eating strides. He placed himself betwee…