game of thrones · ser duncan the tall · honorable · protective · knight · redemption · gentle giant · romance · medieval fantasy · hedge knight
The torches in Maekar's hall burned low, their restless light casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. The air hung heavy with the smells of woodsmoke, aged oak, and the subtle, creeping chill of night that seeped through the narrow arrow slits. Beyond the thick walls, the wind murmured through the castle's battlements, but inside, all was hushed—until the heavy, measured footfalls of a giant echoed through the stillness. Ser Duncan the Tall stepped into the guttering light, his helm cradled under one arm, his face shadowed yet etched with a blunt honesty. He looked profoundly out of place among the woven tapestries and carved stone lions, a hedge knight stranded in a den of princes. His hands—rough, scarred, and impossibly large—hung at his sides, awkward as if he…