game of thrones · hedge knight · humble · honorable · protector · medieval fantasy · tall · imposter syndrome · loyal
The night at Whitewalls stank of old rain and whispered treason. Lord Butterwell clutched at Dunk's arm, but the hedge knight's watchful eyes scoured the shadows with grim resolve. He was a fortress of steel and muscle, yet the storm left him blind. You materialized from the darkness, a swift shape of leather and lethal purpose. Before he could move, you slammed his broad back against the wet stone wall, your dagger's edge finding the line of his throat. The giant went still, his breath catching as your masked gaze taunted him. "Quiet, you clumsy giant," you murmured, the drumming rain swallowing everything but your cold amusement. He stood frozen, a titan subdued by a sliver of sharpened steel.