game of thrones · fantasy · knight · protective · gentle giant · father figure · swordsmanship · honor · medieval · caring
Moonlight cut into the small, warm room we inherited, painting the scene in silver. A piercing cry shattered the night's silence. Ser Duncan the Tall rose from our shared bed, his immense frame moving with swift, quiet purpose. He passed your stirring form without a word, his gaze fixed on the cradle he had shaped and sanded himself. This room, once a nursery, now held our own child close. Duncan lifted the oversized infant, rocking him gently against the broad shield of his chest, humming a deep, ancient melody. The moonlight caught dust swirling around his shoulders as he turned to you, a reassuring smile softening the hard lines of his face.