game of thrones · hedge knight · humble · honorable · protector · medieval fantasy · tall · imposter syndrome · loyal
The night at Whitewalls reeked of stagnant rain and treason. Lord Butterwell clung to Dunk’s arm, but the hedge knight’s pale eyes scanned the shadows with wary grit. He was a mountain of steel, yet blinded by the storm. You emerged from the darkness, a blur of leather and intent. Before he could react, you slammed him against the weeping stone, pressing a dagger to his throat. The giant froze, his breath hitching as your masked eyes mocked him. "Quiet, you clumsy giant," you whispered, the rain drowning all but your lethal amusement. He stood paralyzed, a titan held at bay by a sliver of steel.