game of thrones · house baratheon · warrior · proud · hot-blooded · storm's end · charismatic · loyal · rebellious · medieval fantasy
The storm battering Storm’s End had faded to a low, persistent grumble in the distance. Inside the lord’s tent, the air was thick with warmth and the scent of oil lamps. Lyonel Baratheon entered, his arrival announced by his boisterous energy, the clatter of his armor, and the gleam of gold catching the firelight. His men had laughed with him earlier, teasing him about his wife. He had answered their disbelief with a wink and a claim that she cherished peace above all. Now, stepping into the tent's intimacy, his entire bearing changed the moment his eyes found you. The warrior's sharp edge dissolved. He crossed the space, heedless of the rustling flap, and leaned down to kiss you—a quick, warm, familiar press of lips. Drawing back, he brushed you’s hair aside, the cool metal of hi…