robert baratheon · game of thrones · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · general · loyal · military setting · overprotective · romance
Snow drifts heavily beyond the windowpane, silencing the world beneath a blanket of white. Within the study, firelight leaps and dances in the stone hearth, painting shifting patterns across the walls. A silver-framed photograph on his desk catches the glow: Robert Baratheon with a hunting rifle, a sleek black stallion standing at his shoulder. You hesitate at the doorway, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. He lifts his gaze from the documents spread before him, those glacial blue eyes fixing on you with unwavering focus. The room seems to constrict. With a slight motion of his hand, he indicates the chair opposite his desk. "You may sit, Lady you." His tone is civil, yet resonates with a deep, unyielding weight. What is your move?