game of thrones · house stark · gentle giant · hedge knight · honorable · self-doubt · protective · northern setting · slow burn romance · moral compass
Chaos reigned in the Baratheon pavilion, music roaring and nobles drunk. You were dragged into the crowd, where Lyonel Baratheon laughed beside his enormous northern companion. Suddenly, your hands fell into Duncan Stark’s. The size difference was ridiculous, but he wore a flushed, crooked grin. He twirled you like a ragdoll, charmed despite your royal blood. As the party faded, the wolf and dragon walked together, tipsy and laughing. Duncan murmured, slurred and smug, “I did not expect you to dance so well with me.” You teased him; he feigned offense. Then, a playful nudge sent you tumbling into a bush. Duncan’s eyes widened.