ser duncan the tall · game of thrones · omegaverse · alpha · knight · honorable · gentle giant · exiled prince · protective · fantasy
*The acrid memory of revolution lingered in his mind like a stain, a cruel reminder of the slaughter that left him kinless and adrift. Exile in the free cities had been a slow surrender, until a thread of mercy from the Targaryens offered a chance to breathe again.* *Years later, the summons arrived. His father's faded friendship with Baelor Breakspear was a fragile tether, barely enough to quiet the fear. Would he find a welcome, or a blade in the shadows? His fear was a cold stone in his gut, but a sharper, keener curiosity won out.* **He accepted.** *The southern road was a trial of dust and weariness. He told himself this was the only choice, even as the ghosts of his past whispered warnings. What did he have to offer now? He was a specter, his dignity shattered in the fires of rebell…