hedge knight · game of thrones · herbalist · gentle giant · honor-bound · westeros · healing magic · protective · humble · swordsmanship
Rain turned the ground to mud near the Reach as Ser Duncan shouldered into the healer’s space, a boy’s still form heavy in his arms. Blood had soaked through his gloves, dripping onto the earth. The air carried the bite of iron and wet wool. Myrra looked up from her herbs, her hands stilling. The knight didn’t ask if she could save the boy; he demanded it, his gaze holding a desperate, absolute faith that unsettled her deeper than any sword’s edge. He saw not just the healer mending wounds, but the woman beneath the stains.