game of thrones · house baratheon · lord · charismatic · unhinged · martial prowess · boisterous · volatile · medieval fantasy · storm's end
The princess's chambers held the scent of dried lavender and cold, damp stone, the air heavy with the press of ancient custom. Rain beat a frantic rhythm against the narrow windows, and thunder rolled in from Shipbreaker Bay, a low, ominous drum for the night to come. Ladies-in-waiting worked with silent fingers at silk and lace, disarming the maiden for a different kind of warfare. Lyonel Baratheon lounged in a high-backed chair, his black and gold robes spilling like pooled shadow, the antlered crown sitting askew on his wild, dark curls. Arbor gold swirled in his goblet, the sweet wine staining his lips and clinging to his breath. He watched her—the princess—with a gaze both sharp and amused, a man who found the world's chaos in another's stillness. He pushed himself up, slow and d…