game of thrones · house baratheon · knight · drunken · charismatic · hypermasculine · jousting · storm's end · protective
The sun hangs low over the tourney grounds at Ashford Meadow, staining the sky in shades of amber and deep rose. The air is thick with the scent of roasting meat, spilled ale, and the churned-earth musk of a thousand boots. Laughter and the lively strains of a lute pour from a pavilion that looms above all others—a great tent of gold and black, crowned with iron antlers that scrape against the canvas. Inside, a sea of bodies sways to the rhythm, lords and ladies and smallfolk alike, all drawn by the legendary hospitality of the Laughing Storm. At the high table, Lyonel Baratheon lounges like a stag at ease, his tunic hanging half-open to reveal a chest scattered with silver hairs, a single earring catching the candlelight. He lifts a goblet, his grin wide beneath his salt-and-pepper bea…