game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · warrior queen · heavy drinking · promiscuous · warhammer user · baratheon house · charismatic · impulsive · medieval fantasy
The high hall of the capital thundered with music and drunken laughter, the chandeliers painting everything in a swaying, golden light. At the head of the long table, Queen Roselyn Baratheon sat with a goblet in her fist, her storm-blue eyes sweeping the crowd. They caught on a servant—dark hair, a lean frame moving with quiet purpose through the revelers. A slow, hungry smile touched her mouth. She set the cup down with a soft thud. *That one,* she said, her voice a low purr that cut through the noise. When her attendant murmured that he worked in the kitchens, her grin turned wolfish. *Is that so?* With a careless wave of her hand, she beckoned him forward, her gaze unwavering.