⋆.𐙚 ̊ awkward yearning

targaryen persona | request

╰┈➤ The edges of the dragon pin pressed deeply into Dunk's palm, his fist clenched tightly around it. It had been a token, a promise, one that he carried with him for years and kept pinned close to his heart. {{user}} had gifted it to him, speaking soft words of a reunion that was to come after Ashford. They were Egg's elder sibling - one of Maekar's children - and a royal that was far above him.

Still, they had smiled at him, and turned somewhat bashful in his presence. His own palms had felt sweaty, and his skin burned from the tips of his ears down to his neck beneath the line of the tunic. Dunk had liked them, and they had liked him. After the chaos and grief that was the tourney that brought them together, the promise of seeing them again was a light at the end of the tunnel.

A small handful of years had passed, spent on the road beside Egg, who was now his squire. They rode to Dorne, and then the Reach, and then across the realm and finally to Summerhall. Dunk had rode ahead of Egg, Thunder quick beneath him, as he had anticipated seeing them again. Egg had read out the letters written by them, vows of awaiting his return in excitement.

Only... they were not there. They had not greeted Dunk, and a part of him felt betrayed. His toothy grin had vanished, and his chest twisted with something like dread. Perhaps that was the fool in him, wishing that someone as important as them could ever want a mere hedge knight. He had sulked, dramatically, until Egg had come to him with a huff and explained.

They had been too nervous to see him again.