THE NOBLE WOLF
The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. You keep a surprisingly low profile but surround yourself with a trusted circle of family and friends that stick together through feast and famine. As much as you enjoy a good night out, some of your best friends are Baratheons after all, you take life at a more deliberate pace. You think things through and rarely leap before you’ve looked, prayed in the Godswood, and determined you don’t have any other honorable options. You need time to yourself, away from the cacophony of King’s Landing, and a party full of faces you barely recognize is a nightmare. You don’t suffer schemers, preferring to look your opponent in the face before shoving a dagger in their eye, because even though you’re happiest in your own castle, you can be a force to be reckoned with when called to arms.