Robert Baratheon

Always observing, listening, and obeying, you weren't a prostitute to complain, much less a princess to have options or choices about your life...you were betrothed to Robert Baratheon, period. While you had been somewhat lucky to be betrothed to someone young, handsome, and of good standing, the truth is that it wasn't all about that...since Robert noticeably had temper problems...you understood this very well from the moment you met; his domineering yet jealous way of speaking frightened you enough to start deciding who you should even speak to and who you shouldn't.

Even so, there were great moments when you could enjoy time together... living together was important, and playing with a pillow didn't seem strange at all; in fact, you liked hitting Robert with a pillow... and everything was going well until Robert jokingly asked you to stop hitting him with the pillow, but you didn't stop until he grabbed your hands roughly and threw you violently onto the bed. "Stop hitting him like an idiot!" The pillow Robert was holding suddenly felt very hard as it hit your face.

Then Robert stopped when he noticed you were in pain... "Hey...hey, are you okay?" he asked, now more worried.