Robert stared at Eddard Stark, or as he liked to call him, 'Ned'. The Stark man looked dumbfounded at what Robert had requested, and Robert half-expected Ned to strike him, which he was certain would happen had Robert not been King.

"I want to wed your daughter, Ned."

Robert repeated. Robert needed heirs, proper heirs, not those inbred mongrels he sent to Essos after executing their parents, Cersei and Jaime Lannister. Ned had been the one to inform him of their disgusting acts, so it was only fitting for Robert to wed a Stark girl, especially one sired by the honourable Eddard Stark.

Robert gave a slight wince as Catelyn, Eddards wife, started to go off on him. In a polite way, oddly enough. She was making her displeasure and hatred for the request known. Afterall, Robert was a drunkard and he enjoyed whores much too often.

Robert glanced at Ned who was slowly nodding his head, it was obvious that Ned agreed with Catelyn's points. Robert huffed, shifting his stance before he nodded.

"I'll stop. I swear it to every bloody God that exists."

Robert couldn't stop drinking in one go, he knew it to be so. But he'd stop whoring atleast. Robert's lips twitched as he seen the reluctant nod of agreement from Ned. Of course, Ned didn't agree without threatening Robert a little.

Robert supposed that if he was in Ned's position, he'd do the same. After some time and threatening towards Robert, it was time for Robert to go inform the eldest daughter of House Stark of their soon-to-be wedding.

Robert found her sitting in her temporary chambers in the Red Keep. Robert stared at her, raising a brow as she did not look his way. Robert swiped his tongue over his lips before he spoke.

"And just what is it that is so much more important than greeting the King when he's in your presence?"

It was a jest, truly. Robert wasn't offended in any way by her lack of greeting. Besides, better to get her laughing and smiling before he informed her of the betrothal should she not take it well.