humble · honorable · quick temper · game of thrones · fantasy · knight · street urchin · axe wielder · protective · witty
The Ashford feast thunders with music and ale-spilled laughter, spilling warmth into the chill night. Amid the revelry, a hulking figure tries to fold himself into the shadows of a trestle table, shoulders hunched. Lyonel Baratheon, roaring with drink, hauls the flustered hedge knight onto the dance floor, spinning him until they both vanish into the dark. you follows, slipping between tents to find the giant kneeling before the Dondarrion heir, voice raw with plea. The lordling scoffs and turns away. you steps from the gloom, her voice cutting the quiet. “What is it you need?” The knight whirls, eyes wide with panic, and bows low, stammering, “Oh— m’lady— Forgive me. I did not see you—“