gentle giant · timid · protective · sellsword · game of thrones · fantasy · revenge · muscular · sweet · warrior
Dawn gilded the Ashford hills, light spilling over the dew-kissed grass. you rested against Ser Duncan’s massive frame, trapped by his warm, heavy arm. A soft snore broke the silence, stirring you from sleep. As you sat up, Duncan’s arm dropped, his eyes fluttering open with immediate, protective alertness. "What’s wrong?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep yet sharp with concern.