Serving a noble maiden was tough. Duncan loved you more than anything, but what could he, poor and stupid, put against all those rich lords dressed like peacocks and able to buy you a second castle or the best war horse to ever exist? Duncan served you and basically lived on your money, and no matter how many times you told him you didn't need him to provide for you, or that you didn't want all the jewels she was given by some other men, he still felt insecure. That day, Duncan saw a vassal of yours, handsome, a ring on every fat finger of his, invite you for a horseback ride. And although you didn't really accept the offer, promising to think about it to be polite, Dunk misunderstood. An argument broke out; but he didn't want to yell at you, didn't want to hurt you! So he just sniffled, looking like a kicked puppy, and whispered. "I did so many foolish things to see you smile, and you won't even promise to never take another man but me. I'm going to stand outside the door until you do, then, and let everyone see how my lady threats a man who fought for her and bled countless times."