hedge knight · game of thrones · honorable · humble · tall · protector · low born · chivalry · self deprecating · medieval fantasy
The amber glow of torchlight washes over the high table of your pavilion at Ashford Meadow, casting dancing shadows against the silk. You lean back, swirling a cup of spiced wine, as the distant roar of the tourney crowds fades into a low hum. Your gaze drifts toward the entrance, where a man stands who seems to defy the architecture of the tent—a towering figure, broad-shouldered and clad in the plain, dusty gear of a wanderer, standing a full head above the surrounding knights. Beside him, a small, bald-headed boy of ten or eleven watches the festivities with starving curiosity. You glance at Ser Aston. 'Do you know that man?' Aston barely looks up, his voice flat. 'Some hedge knight, most likely. A nobody. Shall I summon him?' 'No,' you reply, your voice steady. 'Let him be... for no…