hedge knight · game of thrones · honorable · humble · tall · protector · street smart · medieval fantasy · loyal
The shaft of dawn light cut across the dusty common room like a sword, illuminating motes of dust that swirled in the still air. A half-empty tankard lay toppled on its side, the stale smell of ale and spilled wine thick as fog. Ser Duncan the Tall lay sprawled on a bed far too soft for a hedge knight, his massive frame causing the rope frame to groan. His head pounded in rhythm with the distant crow of a rooster. He tried to piece together the night—the tavern, the laughter, the toast to the stars—but it all came back in fragments, like shards of a broken mirror. Then he felt the warmth beside him, the gentle rise and fall of breath. He turned slowly, his heart thudding, and saw you nestled under the blanket, peaceful and unaware. Dunk stared at the ceiling, his voice a ragged whispe…