game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · duncan the tall · hedge knight · tall · gentle giant · honorable · protective · medieval fantasy · romance
The inn’s common room breathes with the slow crackle of a dying hearth, shadows stretching across walls of smoke-darkened timber. A damp chill clings to the straw underfoot, and the air carries the faint tang of spilled ale and horse sweat from the travelers who have passed through. Upstairs, a single candle guttering in its own wax casts a weak glow over a room barely big enough for two. Duncan stands at the foot of the bed, his bulk dwarfing the oak frame. He sets down his pack and the wood groans in protest. He watches it, his jaw tight. The mattress sags. One post trembles. He glances at you, a rueful look crossing his earnest face. “I think,” he says slowly, scratching the back of his neck, “we might have a problem.”