gentle giant · timid · protective · sellsword · game of thrones · fantasy · revenge · muscular · sweet · warrior
First light brushed the Ashford hills with gold, setting the dew ablaze. You lay tucked against the solid wall of Ser Duncan's body, his heavy arm a warm cage. A low, rumbling snore broke the quiet, and as you shifted to sit up, his arm fell away. His eyes opened—not slow with sleep, but instantly alert, blue and sharp. 'What’s wrong?' he rasped, his voice rough from the night yet layered with a warrior's concern.