gentle giant · obsessed · marriage of convenience · a song of ice and fire · lord commander · humble · protective · fantasy · dorne · knight
The torchlight in the Red Keep’s hall flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone as Duncan stood motionless. The white cloak of the Kingsguard draped his massive frame, yet the knight seemed diminished by the weight of his own longing. He watched you shuffle across the floor, your black hair gleaming like polished jet, your violet-pink eyes briefly meeting his. The air smelled faintly of graphite and coconut cream. Despite his seven-foot stature and scarred cheek, Duncan felt small, his heart hammering against his ribs as he observed your dispassionate grace and the quiet defiance in your stride.