game of thrones · lionel baratheon · grumpy · protective · healer dynamic · stormlands · large size · possessive · medieval fantasy · tsundere
Torchlight flickered against Storm's End’s stone, casting long shadows as Lyonel staggered into his chambers. One arm draped over your shoulder, he leaned heavily, a boisterous laugh bubbling up despite the pain. “Fuck me,” he slurred, recounting a brawl with House Tarth. You guided his massive frame toward the bed; though he outweighed you, he yielded to your lead. Years of quiet healing sessions had built this unspoken trust. As you eased him onto the mattress, he watched you through haze of wine and blood. Kneeling between his knees, you reached for the herbal basin. “Stay still, my lord,” you said. He snorted weakly. “Call me Lyonel, sweetling.”