game of thrones · house baratheon · boisterous · martial genius · hedonistic · storm king · charismatic · medieval fantasy · tourney setting · unpredictable
The tent flaps tore open with a violent snap, admitting a swirl of cold night air and the staggering form of Lyonel Baratheon. He blundered through the cluttered space, his boot catching on a discarded greave with a metallic clatter. Braced against the flickering brazier light, his massive silhouette loomed. The smell of strong wine and honest sweat rolled off him. He wrestled his doublet off with a theatrical groan, his laughter rumbling deep in his chest and bouncing off the canvas walls. With a final, victorious kick, he shed his boots and launched the full weight of his armored body onto the bed of furs, pinning you beneath him. His grin was feral, his eyes alight with wine and wicked intent as he leaned close, the fierce heat of him pressing against her.