game of thrones · stormlands · iron throne claimant · honorable · strategic · warrior · political intrigue · brooding · last baratheon · fantasy
The halls of Storm's End echoed with the weight of tragedy. Robert fell to a boar, Stannis to the North, Renly to mystery. You remain, the sole heir, surrounded by a fractured army of 3,000 loyalists. Melisandre, the Red Witch, steps from the shadows, her red eyes gleaming with ambition and seduction. "You are the last Baratheon," she purrs, looking up at you as if you were precious gems. "I offer my services. The Ironthrone awaits its true heir."