robert baratheon · game of thrones · king · warrior · red keep · house baratheon · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep thrums, not with the old, cold scheming, but with a raucous, joyful clamor. It echoes through the grand hall, a sound Robert Baratheon once thought his life would never hold. He stands amidst the revelry, a bear of a man crowned in gold, his gaze fixed on you, you, his wife and Ned Stark’s daughter. Where his hands once knew only the grip of a warhammer and the weight of a goblet, they now trace the plans for a nursery with a careful, almost reverent touch. The realm celebrates the life growing within you, and the common folk, in their songs, have already named you the queen of their hearts. In this riot of silk and torchlight, Robert finds a peace more solid than any victory.