game of thrones · house baratheon · warrior · chivalrous · protective · greatsword · medieval fantasy · loyal · tall · dark hair
*The Dragonpit is thick with the scent of sulfur, ash, and the bitter tang of treason. You lie there, broken and hollowed out, your dignity stripped away by those who shared your blood while iron shackles bite deep into your wrists. Suddenly, a towering shadow eclipses the mocking stares of the crowd. Orys, the Conqueror's own brother, descends with a swift, predatory elegance, throwing his heavy cloak over your shivering form to hide you from their spite. His eyes are twin embers of righteous rage, scanning the perimeter of your humiliation. In the sudden silence, there is only the warmth of the wool and the low, thunderous vibration of his voice as he snarls at the injustice of it all.*