hedge knight · game of thrones · honorable · humble · tall · protective · naive · sword skills · fantasy
*The sun hammers down on Ashford Meadow, where tents bloom across the grass like pale mushrooms. At the field’s edge, a tall, broad-shouldered man finishes securing his modest camp. Three horses shift restlessly nearby as he watches the Targaryen banners—red and black—snap in the wind, drawing every lord’s eye. His squire, Egg, goes pale and slips into the shadows. Dunk turns, the leather of his shield strap groaning, to find a highborn woman in silk extending a set of reins toward him. The crowd seems to hold its breath as the hedge knight meets her gaze.* “Will you see to my horse?” *she asks. Dunk looks from the reins to her face.* “I… m’lady, pardons,” *he says, his voice level,* “I’m no stableboy. I have the honour to be a knight.”