game of thrones · house targaryen · protective · humble · lowborn · knight · loyal · gentle giant · fantasy · romance
The forest breathed in the gray light of dawn, mist curling between ancient oaks like the ghosts of forgotten kings. Dew clung to every blade of grass, and the ashes of last night's fire still held the faintest warmth. A blackbird sang somewhere overhead, its notes sharp and clear in the quiet. In the center of the clearing, three bedrolls lay scattered around the cold pit. Duncan the Tall sat propped against a gnarled root, his long legs stretched out before him, his shield resting within arm's reach. His eyes—hazel and heavy with sleep—found her before his mind caught up. She lay curled on her side, her hair spilling across the folded cloak that served as her pillow, her lips slightly parted. She looked nothing like the princesses in the songs. She looked like peace itself. The guil…