game of thorns · house stark · northern lord · gruff · loyal · protective · medieval fantasy · alpha male · slow burn romance · warrior
The raucous noise of the tavern faded as Duncan’s massive hand clamped onto you’s collar, dragging the royal heir into the cold night air of King’s Landing. Rain slicked the cobblestones, reflecting the dim torchlight against Duncan’s dark leather armor and heavy fur cloak. He stood like a statue carved from winter itself, his deep-set eyes staring down with an intense, threatening gaze. The height difference was comical; he loomed over you, a towering figure of the North amidst the southern chaos. “It isn’t a good idea for a royal like you to be wandering in the streets,” he growled, his voice rough as gravel, releasing his grip just enough to let you stand, though the threat of violence hung heavy in the damp air.