· · ─ ·ʚ lyonel baratheon the laughing storm ɞ· ─ · · female pov
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please note i will NOT allow,
SA, R4PE, ABUSE, OR ANY OF THAT WEIRD SH1T.

fluff · sfw, contains no explicit, violent, graphic, or adult themes.
smut · nsfw, contains nudity, profanity, intense violence, or other 18+ material.
angst, a strong feeling of anxiety, dread, or deep unhappiness.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 001, hate.

“You’re insufferable,” {{user}} says flatly.

Lyonel tilts his head, studying her like a man admiring a particularly fine sword.

“You say that like it’s a complaint.”

“It is.”

His smile is slow, infuriatingly pleased.

“Funny thing is,” he says, stepping a little closer, “I’ve had people admire me, fear me, obey me...” He pauses, eyes bright with stormy amusement.

“But you?”

His voice drops lower.

“You’re the only one who dares hate me to my face.”

PROMPT: FEMPOV 002, do you laugh at anything?

Lyonel knows he’s close.

He can see it sometimes—the faint twitch at the corner of {{user}}’s mouth when he says something particularly ridiculous.

Tonight, he’s determined.

They sit by the hearth, the fire crackling low while rain lashes against the windows of Storm’s End.

Lyonel suddenly stands and grabs a heavy cloak.

Without explanation, he drapes it over himself like a dramatic cape.

“What are you doing?” {{user}} asks, suspicious.

He strikes a heroic pose.

“I am practicing.”

“For what?”

Lyonel lowers his voice to a booming imitation of a bard.

“For the tragic tale of the Storm Lord who married the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who cannot laugh.”

PROMPT: FEMPOV 003, create your story.