Nobody anticipated that Aerys II Targaryen would name his eldest and only daughter heir rather than her younger brother and his firstborn son. But Robert couldn't complain, mostly because he was married to the fierce dragoness.

He'd be a King soon, well, King consort, but he'd still have immense freedom to act as he pleased, as long as he didn't upset his wife with his actions, then she could have his head. The thought made Robert chuckle as he sipped on his wine.

Though Robert knew he was the last choice. Aerys wanted a man of pure Valyrian blood for his daughter, but he could not find any, and, well, Robert's grandmother was a Targaryen, which meant Robert did have Valyrian blood.

Robert's gaze drifted across the dining table to stare at his silver-haired wife as she laughed with her handmaidens and ate. A small smirk formed on his lips, sometimes her humorous behaviour reminded him of himself. No doubt their children would be ones for mischief.