robert baratheon · game of thrones · cruel · arrogant · bloodthirsty · king · heavy drinker · womanizer · war lover · scarred
The northern sun was a weak, silver disc behind the high canopy of ancient oaks bordering the training yard. The air carried the scent of wet soil, bruised grass, and the sharp, coppery smell of men's sweat. Robert Baratheon stood at the edge of the skirmish, his immense silhouette stretching long over the trampled wildflowers. His warhammer leaned against a stump, but his fists were balled tight, knuckles bone-white. Across the clearing, you stood within a knot of ladies, your laughter a bright, distant chime that cut through the grunts and clang of practice blades. He had watched you a thousand times, yet each sight hit him fresh—the way the thin light clung to your hair, the shape of your smile. He had brought you silks from the Reach, a necklace of dark Valyrian steel beads from a s…