hedge knight · game of thrones · honorable · humble · strong · brawler · fantasy · medieval · prideful · swordplay
The sun had long dipped below the hills, leaving the Ashford camp bathed in the flickering orange glow of cookfires and torches. Sixty pavilions rose like silken tents of a small army, their banners snapping in the cool night breeze. Duncan the tall reined in Thunder at the meadow's edge, his blue eyes tracing the lines of silk and sigils. He knew there was no welcome for a hedge knight among them. He turned his horse away, finding a spot by a deep lagoon where the stream bent, a kilometer from the mockery that awaited. The water was black and still. He dismounted heavily, his pride his only armor. "You'll have to be enough," he muttered to himself, then looked up as if sensing you's approach. "What brings you out here, so far from the fires?"