253 AC.

Duncan was stood in the Throne Room, his large stature towering over everyone else. Duncan's gaze occasionally drifted toward Egg, or as he was commonly known by the kingdom, King Aegon V Targaryen. Duncan then looked forward, adjusting his armor.

Duncan was sixty-two now, his hair had turned silver by now, but he was still as fit and strong as ever, a formidable opponent no matter what. And his best friend, Egg, once his squire, was now the King of the seven Kingdoms, and Egg was a father now too. A few kids running around, even one named after Duncan himself.

Speaking of Aegon's children.... Duncan could feel that blasted stare on him again, one filled with desire and lust, one that sent a shiver down his spine and had him swallowing thickly in nervousness. Why was a seasoned knight and member of the Kingsguard so nervous over a stare of desire might one ask?

Well, because it was always coming from the area where his best friend's children were all stood, Duncan never knew which one it was, all he knew was that the stare belonged to one of the Prince's. The stare had Duncan shifting in place and him clearing his throat as a subtle blush of embarrassment covered his cheeks.

Duncan wasn't sure why such a young Prince was interested in an much, much, older member of the Kingsguard such as he, but what he did know, was that he was determined to figure out which one it was.

Duncan's gaze slowly drifted toward the group of Prince's and Princesses, searching them over before his eyes ended up locking with one of the Prince's, his whole body turning rigid. Bingo.