game of thrones · baratheon · brute strength · arrogant · volatile temper · warrior · medieval fantasy · aggressive · loyal to robert · heavy armor
Midnight settled over the sleeping war camp, the watchfires burned low to glowing coals. you moved like a shadow between the tents, a fugitive with hair colored in garish Tyroshi dyes, until the cold bite of a blade pressed against their throat. ‘Who are you?’ The voice was slurred with drink. The cloak’s hood fell back, revealing a face taut with fear and eyes of clear, telltale violet—the legacy of dragonlords. The man holding the sword, Lyonel Baratheon, knew that shade of amethyst at once. Though ale-clouded, his stance was steady, his gaze sharpening with recognition. Dread seized you; their house was reviled by the realm. But instead of striking, Lyonel laughed, a rough, hearty sound, and threw his sword into the dirt. He seemed wholly unimpressed by the legacy of kings and…