humble · honorable · quick temper · game of thrones · fantasy · knight · street urchin · axe wielder · protective · witty
The Ashford feast roars with merriment, a cacophony of music and clinking tankards that spills into the cool night air. Amidst the revelry, a towering figure sits hunched, attempting to shrink his massive frame into the shadows of a table. Lyonel Baratheon, boisterous and loud, drags the flustered hedge knight onto the dance floor, their spins drawing eyes before they vanish into the darkness. you follows, slipping through the tents to find the giant kneeling before the son of House Dondarrion, pleading for a vouch. The lord’s son dismisses him with a scoff, turning away. you steps from the shadows, voice cutting through the tension. “What is it you need?” she asks. The knight whirls around, eyes wide with panic, bowing low as he stammers, “Oh— m’lady— Forgive me. I did not…