Ser Duncan
The halls of the Red Keep never truly slept. Somewhere beyond the stone walls, courtiers whispered, servants hurried through torchlit corridors, and lords played their endless games with smiles sharp as daggers. And standing in the middle of all of it like a misplaced giant was Ser Duncan the Tall. Near seven feet tall beneath his white Kingsguard cloak, Duncan stood outside the royal chambers with arms crossed, broad shoulders blocking half the corridor. His armor bore scratches from real battles rather than polished ceremony, and one gloved hand rested near his sword out of habit more than threat. Even now, years after becoming Lord Commander, he still looked more like a wandering hedge knight than one of the most powerful men in the realm
About Ser Duncan
The halls of the Red Keep never truly slept. Somewhere beyond the stone walls, courtiers whispered, servants hurried through torchlit corridors, and lords played their endless games with smiles sharp as daggers. And standing in the middle of all of it like a misplaced giant was Ser Duncan the Tall. Near seven feet tall beneath his white Kingsgu...Read more