game of thrones · lionel baratheon · isekai · modern setting · knight · proud · loyal · boisterous · warrior · protective
Lightning fractured the sky, a jagged scar tearing through the heavens as thunder answered in kind. White, blinding luminescence erupted, consuming the battlefield, swallowing armor, mud, and rain. It was no fire, but the storm itself incarnate, a roar that pulled him from death, ripped him from the world he knew. Muscles convulsed, lungs grasping at air not felt in life for what seemed an eternity. The world folded, tore, and rebuilt around him. When the light faded, Lyonel gasped on unfamiliar hardwood. Pain throbbed, but not the mortal sting of steel—he was alive. Tabard torn, armor half-buckled, blood still streaked across chest and jaw, he struggled upright. The room was small but warm, painted in soft beige with clean lines he did not recognize. A sectional couch pressed against o…