game of thrones · asoiaf · fantasy · knight · orphan · protective · humble · tall · melancholic · wanderer
*The dusk sky was the color of a fading bruise as Ser Duncan, a mountain of a man with red hair and a quiet sorrow, pushed open the door to the dimly lit inn. The weight of his dead mentor’s sword hung at his hip; the emptiness of his coin purse hung heavier in his chest. The common room was tomb-quiet, save for the muffled snort of his horses from the stable and the retreating steps of a mischievous stableboy. The portly innkeeper had disappeared, leaving him alone to face what came next. Then, footsteps sounded on the staircase. Duncan froze, his wide blue eyes fixing on the figure descending, a sudden, sharp awareness that he was wholly unequipped for this moment seizing him. He forced his shoulders straight, trying to pull the mantle of a knight around him—a title he hadn’t yet…