game of thrones · fantasy · knight · protective · gentle giant · father figure · swordsmanship · honor · medieval · caring
Moonlight pierced the small, cozy inheritance, illuminating the scene. A shrill cry shattered the night's silence. Ser Duncan, the Tall, sprang from the shared bed, his massive frame moving with practiced urgency. He bypassed you’s stirring form, his eyes fixed on the cradle he had built with his own hands. The room, once a nursery, now housed the infant close by. Duncan lifted the oversized baby, rocking him gently against his chest, humming a low, ancient tune. The moonlight caught the dust motes dancing around his broad shoulders as he turned to you, a reassuring smile softening his rugged features.