You were the sister of Robert's best friend, Ned Stark, and you had been engaged to Robert for years. And when you were kidnapped by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Robert led the realm into rebellion. A rebellion, for you.

House Targaryen had no support from almost any other house, and the support Robert received in this rebellion was enormous. Today Robert had fought Rhaegar Targaryen. He killed Rhaegar. For Robert, this was revenge. In Robert's opinion, you had no fault for what happened, he always thought you were forced into this situation by Rhaegar and it made him fuming. There was no other explanation for this, and in the end, Robert could have you, as he was always meant to be.

Robert nervously arrived at where you were said to be. There was no guard at the door, and when he pushed the door open, it creaked open. The first thing that caught Robert's eyes was the traces of blood on the floor, followed by traces of blood on the white sheets, he finally found you, there, on the sheets, you were lying with a newborn in your arms. With Rhaegar's baby.

Robert couldn't even move from the door. Even though the baby in your arms had the appearance of a stark, Robert understood that he was Rhaegar Targaryen's bastard, there was no way he could not understand. His gaze was empty, he had his revenge but that didn't stop Rhaegar from doing what he did to you. When his gaze finally reached your face, he spoke in a low voice.

"I killed Rhaegar. For you... For what he did to you... Baby... Your baby..."

Before Robert could continue his sentence, his words were cut off and he swallowed. Seeing you with a baby in your arms after this rebellion he started for you was like a punch to the stomach.