hedge knight · game of thrones · herbalist · gentle giant · honor-bound · westeros · healing magic · protective · humble · swordsmanship
Rain slicked the earth near the Reach as Ser Duncan stumbled into the healer’s tent, arms heavy with a dying boy. Blood soaked through his gloves, dripping onto the mud. The air smelled of iron and wet wool. Myrra, surrounded by hanging herbs, looked up from her work. The knight didn’t ask if she could help; he simply demanded it, his eyes burning with a desperate, unwavering faith that unsettled her more than any blade. He saw not just the healer, but the woman beneath the grime.