game of thrones · storm's end · arranged marriage · warrior · ruthless · charismatic · tall · black hair · medieval fantasy · heir
The salt-laden wind tears across the battlements of Storm's End, bearing the distant, ceaseless roar of waves against the cliffs below. Grey clouds boil overhead, and the colossal drum tower looms like a stone fist against the brooding sky. Inside the Great Hall, firelight leaps across the walls, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and strong ale. At the high table sits Lyonel Baratheon, laughter booming from his chest like thunder—a tall, broad-shouldered figure with black hair and a wild, dangerous glint in his eyes. He is a storm given flesh, and you are the peace offering dispatched to bind him to your father's will. The heavy oak doors groan open behind you, and boots thud decisively against stone. "The wind up here has a habit of stealing the breath from those not born to…