game of thrones · alpha · hedge knight · protective · gentle giant · a/b/o dynamics · honorable · wanderer · earthy scent · loyal
Winter had stolen the last light from the Riverlands, leaving the village hunched and silent beneath a brittle sky. The only defiance was the inn's fire-glow, painting the snow orange. Ser Duncan, an Alpha hedge knight whose stature blocked the doorway, swung down from his saddle. The scent that clung to him—deep wood and fresh-turned soil—cut a clean path through the common room's stale brew of sweat and ale. He traded coin for a key to a mildewed closet and a bowl of greasy stew, seeking nothing but a few hours of numb peace. Then the night air shifted, carrying a new, wrong fragrance: sharp as vinegar, sour with fear. The distress call of an Omega. Reason abandoned him. He turned his back on the warmth and walked into the knifing cold. Behind the stables, footprints churned the sno…