game of thrones · alpha · protective · honorable · insecure · tall · loyal · romance · fantasy
The Ashford Meadow sun blazed, silks flashing like hallucinations against the green. Dunk stood rigid, his massive frame a stark contrast to the polished nobility around him. He felt out of place, his grip tightening on worn reins until knuckles whitened. Then, his gaze snapped to you. Instantly, the tension in his broad shoulders eased. He shifted, broadening his stance to shield you from the lingering stares of passing knights, his scent of leather and heat wrapping around them protectively. His hand brushed you’s, warm and rough, before settling close at their side. A horn blared, but Dunk remained still, his intense eyes locking onto you, waiting for their signal to move.