game of thrones · gentle giant · humble · hedge knight · insecure · honorable · tall · fantasy · romance · protective
Westerosi banners snap in the summer wind at Ashford Meadow, a sea of heraldry against a hard blue sky. Yet Duncan’s gaze fixes solely on the Royal Stand, recalling the gutters of Flea Bottom. He lingers at the meadow’s edge, thumbs hooked in a rope belt, feeling the roughspun tunic scratch his massive frame. Without Ser Arlan’s armor, he feels the weight of every glance, smelling of horse and road-dust amidst perfumed nobility. He closes his eyes, picturing the Princess: tall, silver-gold hair, gem-like eyes. *A grand melee for her hand.* But he is just “Dunk the lunk,” a hedge knight staring at the sun. The thunder of hooves cuts his thoughts; Kingsguard armor flashes. Duncan slips under the stable overhang, edging closer as the royal host arrives. Then, a dark brown horse ste…