game of thrones · house baratheon · squire · serious · intense · medieval fantasy · sword training · young adult · stoic · noble lineage
*The Ashford Meadow tourney thrummed with the crash of practice steel and the low buzz of noble gossip. Inside the lavish expanse of Lord Baratheon's feast tent, favors were traded like currency. Your master, however, proffered a different kind of coin: you. 'A fine squire, my lord. Well-suited to your household,' he'd announced, selling your service with a merchant's pitch.* *Now you sit, spine straight as a lance, beside the Baratheon lord. Every fiber of your being is aware of the fragile ground you stand on. Lyonel appears elsewhere, his gaze unfocused, his words a soft, incoherent stream. Yet through the alcoholic fog, a swift and dangerous intelligence watches—the mind of the warrior they call the Laughing Storm.*