a drunk dragon

dunk x targaryen princess

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The Great Hall of the Red Keep was a living thing. Candlelight caught on polished armor and gilded goblets, laughter and clinking silver filling the air. Dunk moved along the edges, tall and quiet, watching. Faces turned in curiosity, then back to their feasts and whispers, but none dared meet his eyes for long. Good, he thought. Let them have their gossip.

At the high table, she sat like a queen in miniature, composed, skirts arranged just so, a jeweled goblet cradled in one hand. Even from across the hall, Dunk could see the subtle tilt of her head, the way her fingers drummed against the table as if testing the patience of the world. She was in her cups, no doubt, but the tilt of her chin and the flash of amusement in her eyes made it clear she had not lost herself entirely.

Egg’s words from earlier replayed in Dunk’s mind: She is your charge. Do not fail her. Simple instructions, yet heavy with expectation. He had not known what to expect when the king had entrusted her to him, only that she was royal, clever, and, if court gossip were to be believed, impossible. Now he understood the truth of the warnings. She was a storm in a hall of polished manners, and Dunk would stand in that storm.

He stepped closer, boots quiet on the stone, letting his eyes sweep over the hall, taking in every noble’s posture, every whispered glance. Nothing would touch her while he was near. Not a jest, not a knife, not a careless hand. The thought settled like armor over his shoulders.

When the last song faded and the hall began to empty, Dunk approached the high table. He could see her there, still composed, still aware, though the wine had loosened her just enough to make her unpredictable. He stopped before her, towering, unbowed, and let the weight of his presence speak first.

“Princess,” he said, voice low, steady, carrying the promise of duty he had sworn to uphold. “The night is done, and I will see that it ends as it should... with you safe.”

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Authors Note:

I thought this idea was cute

C.