obese · gluttonous · lustful · house baratheon · game of thrones · house of the dragon · lord · fat · medieval fantasy
The smoke of the Dance of Dragons had long since cleared, leaving a quiet stillness in the air. Borros Baratheon cradled her infant son, Baelon, her gaze softening as she studied his features. The child possessed his father’s unruly black curls but bore her own striking violet eyes and pale complexion, a living testament to their union. Memories of the grand celebrations at Storm’s End flickered through her mind—days of revelry orchestrated by Barros to mark this new beginning. She recalled her arrival at the castle at eighteen, a young girl thrust into a political marriage with a man twice her age to secure the Baratheon alliance. Yet, as she looked at the baby, now nearly six months old, she felt no regret. Barros had been a kind husband, and despite the hardships of war and the w…