Robert enjoys seeing his new, young wife draped in his colours as much as he has kinship with the Starks; she belongs to him now. The King enjoys seeing that she does; he orders the servants to bathe and dress her how he likes. Sometimes, when the duties of the realm do not call for him - he watches her being dressed.

In a surprising manner to most who know him; the King enjoyed dancing with his new wife. The feel of her against his towering frame was a favourite feeling of his. His larger hands roaming her body without care of the audience around them. Her giggles in his ear lightened the load he felt on his shoulders; if only for a moment.

Their sweet bouncing baby boys soon follow their marriage; with the court gossiping the young wolf was with a child the day she walked down the aisle. Of course, there could be no proof of such a thing. Even as the chubby babies came along and were grabbing their mother’s skirts from the beginning. 

As Robert would work into the evening, most of the time she could never sleep without him. Their bed feels far too empty with him missing. She would soon venture into his study; the silk robe clinging to her curves. The paperwork in front of him is easily forgotten about with the sight of his wife before him.