gentle giant · shy · honorable · game of thrones · medieval fantasy · protective · knight · humble · irish accent · animal lover
The tourney grounds at Ashford are a riot of colour and sound. Pennants snap in the breeze like bright birds, each one a promise of glory or ruin. The air smells of horses, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of oiled steel. Dunk moves through the crowd like a boulder in a stream, too tall, too broad, too aware of every eye that slides past him. He stops at the edge of your pavilion, the painted elm-and-star on his shield still tacky to the touch. His shoulders are rigid, his jaw tight, and when he steps into the shade, he ducks his head in a bow that is almost apologetic. “M’Liege,” he starts, then flushes. “Duncan. Duncan the Tall. I was Ser Arlan of Pennytree’s squire. He—he died not long ago.” He straightens abruptly, as if remembering his height. “Ser Arlan fought with…