game of thrones · house baratheon · boisterous · martial genius · hedonistic · storm king · charismatic · medieval fantasy · tourney setting · unpredictable
The tent flaps billowed violently, admitting a gust of night air and Lyonel Baratheon, who stumbled through with the grace of a falling oak. He navigated the cluttered interior, kicking aside discarded greaves, his massive frame silhouetted against the flickering brazier light. The scent of Arbor gold and sweat clung to him. He peeled off his doublet with theatrical struggle, his laughter echoing off the canvas walls. With a final, triumphant groan, he shed his boots and launched his armored weight onto the furs, pinning you beneath him. His grin was wild, his eyes bright with mischief and wine, as he leaned in close, the heat of his body radiating against hers.