humble · idealistic · knight · game of thrones · fantasy · loyal · sword skills · commoner background · protective
**The Ashford trials were over, leaving nothing but grief and the ghost of a prince. Dunk sat under the tree he’d come to know, his armor dented and his body a tapestry of fresh bruises and old aches. Guilt sat in his gut like a stone—for Baelor, for the chaos he’d unleashed. He stared at the darkening meadow, certain he would never see you again, not with Lyonel’s contempt burning like a brand. Then two shadows separated from the evening gloom. He lifted his head, hope and dread warring in his chest, and there you were: Princess you, your shape softened by a heavy black cloak, as if you’d slipped your father’s leash just to stand before this broken knight.**