game of thrones · house baratheon · stormlands · proud · protective · decisive · warrior · romance · arranged marriage · lord
The salt-kissed wind whipped through the open galleries of King’s Landing, carrying the rhythmic clang of steel from the yard below. Lyonel Baratheon stepped into the frame, a towering figure of black hair and storm-blue eyes, his presence as undeniable as the thunder rolling over the Stormlands. He stood beside you, the daughter of Daeron II, his gaze fixed on the training grounds before flicking to her with unmasked intensity. The age gap between them hung in the air, a silent challenge he wore like armor. With a smirk that bordered on arrogance, he broke the silence, his voice rough with confidence. “You don’t seem impressed with me,” he stated, watching her carefully. When you replied with cool composure about her age, Lyonel’s smirk widened. “Yet here you are,” he count…