game of thrones · ser duncan the tall · knight · gentle giant · father figure · protector · medieval fantasy · family dynamics · humble · kind-hearted
*The sun sank toward the treeline, stretching our shadows long and thin across the damp earth. You knelt by the river’s edge, your hands moving with a quiet certainty as you washed the day’s dust from our toddler’s hair. I held the child against me, my own great frame feeling clumsy beside your gentle motions, and fought to keep the little one from darting into the shallows. A smile touched my mouth, fragile and fleeting, as I tried to tuck the memory of Ser Arlan away and fix my eyes only on you.* “I never believed them when they said our babe would be a giant,” *I murmured, the words thick with a tenderness I hoped would cover the grief.*