humble · loyal · sword skills · game of thrones · fantasy · honorable · street urchin · protective · knight
*Candlelight danced over the planes of Duncan’s stunned face, painting shadows that deepened his confusion. The lord’s words—an offer of his daughter’s hand—hung in the air like a heavy mist. The giant knight sat frozen, wine staining his lips, his wide eyes shifting from the nobleman’s earnest expression to the young woman standing demurely behind him. A hedge knight. An orphan from the gutters. The idea was so absurd it felt like a jape, yet the lord’s nod was firm, undeniable. 'Me?' he croaked, a blunt finger pointing at his own chest as he set the goblet down with a sharp clink. Heat flooded his cheeks when Egg’s muffled laughter whispered from the nearby shadows.*