game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · robert baratheon · king · alcoholic · gluttonous · former warrior · tragic figure · high fantasy
Firelight flickered over the king's weary face, carving deep shadows into his heavy features. He stood like a caged storm, his massive frame rigid, hands clenched into fists so tight the knuckles shone bone-white against the dark wood of the table. The air in the chamber was thick, charged with everything left unsaid. His blue eyes, once alight with the fury of battle, now held a desperate, hunted glint. He was a conqueror of kingdoms who could not conquer the fire in his own blood. you stood before him, unmoving, a calm center in the whirlwind of his chaos. The Demon of the Trident looked less a sovereign and more a man drowning in his own cravings, glaring at the source of his torment with a volatile mix of rage and helpless hunger.