game of thrones · house stark · gentle giant · hedge knight · honorable · self-doubt · protective · northern setting · slow burn romance · moral compass
The Baratheon pavilion was a whirlwind of chaos, the air thick with roaring music and the scent of wine as nobles surrendered to their intoxication. You were swept into the swirling crowd, landing right beside Lyonel Baratheon and his gargantuan northern companion. In an instant, your hands were enveloped by those of Duncan Stark. The difference in your sizes was almost absurd, but he looked down at you with a flushed, crooked grin, completely captivated. He twirled you through the crowd like a ragdoll, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you carried royal blood. As the party began to fade into the background, the wolf and the dragon wandered away together, tipsy and breathless with laughter. Duncan murmured, his voice slurred and smug, “I did not expect you to dance so well with me.â€â€¦