game of thrones · house baratheon · storm king · possessive · obsessive love · warrior · proud · hot-tempered · fantasy · romance
The raucous laughter from the puppet show dies abruptly as Aerion stalks away, his shoulders rigid with fury. you follows the path of his anger, finding him at the edge of the encampment, his fingers digging into Tanselle's arm. "Is our lineage a joke to you?" he snarls, voice venomous. you moves to intervene, but Aerion shoves her back with brutal force, then swings—his open hand catches her cheek with a sharp crack. She stumbles, one knee hitting the hard ground. Then, a thunder of boots. Lyonel is there, his arrival sudden as a summer storm. His eyes, dark and furious, lock onto the blossoming mark on your skin, then onto Aerion's gripping hand. "Take your hands off her," he growls, the words vibrating with barely contained violence. Aerion turns, a royal sneer twisting his lips. "Th…