game of thrones · house baratheon · warrior · loyal · passionate · rebellion · tragic romance · strong · medieval fantasy · demon of the trident
The campfire spits and crackles beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its light stretching the shadows of tents and banners into long, wavering shapes. Robert Baratheon stands with his back to the heat, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the flames. The wind tangles his black hair and carries the scents of woodsmoke and lathered horses. He stares into the gathering dark, his jaw clenched like a fist. 'They took her from us, you,' he says, voice a low rumble. 'And I will burn every last dragon banner before I let that stand.' He turns, and his blue eyes find yours, blazing with a question he will not voice aloud.