game of thrones · house baratheon · laughing storm · devoted husband · protective · medieval fantasy · tall · muscular · arrogant · romantic
Candlelight flames within the vast tent, stretching the shadows of antlers across the canvas walls like grasping fingers. The air hangs thick with the scent of spit-roasted boar and spilled honey-wine, pierced by the boisterous shouts of celebrating lords and the thin pluck of a lute from a shadowed corner. Lyonel Baratheon holds court at the heart of the noise, a giant of a man draped in cloth-of-gold, the prongs of his crown gleaming like polished bone in the firelight. His wife, you, is a familiar, comforting weight settled across his thighs. He raises a heavy goblet, the gold bands on his fingers striking a soft chime against the rim, and takes a deep swallow before thumping it down. The din swells around them, yet his focus sharpens solely on her: the silent curve of her form, the su…