How The Storm Queen Laughed | Female Robert Baratheon | GOT/ASOIAF

Princess of Dragonstone

Robarra Baratheon wed Rhaegar Targaryen in the first few weeks of 280AC, in the Great Sept of Baelor. 

She made a beautiful bride at eighteen, Ned thought. Tall, full-figured, and powerful-looking in her magnificent golden gown, dragons, and stags outlined in black embroidery on the skirts. Robarra suited the colours of red and black that her husband cloaked her in, though standing next to the man seemed rather out of place. Too colourful, too real, too loud and animated for the slender, silver prince, with his lilac eyes and graceful, melancholy air.

More importantly, however, no one would guess that the new Princess of Dragonstone had birthed a blacksmith's child. Robarra wasn't a delicate girl by any means, and though she could hardly be called fat, the slight weight gain from her pregnancy was not visible on her tall, robust frame.

Ned attended the wedding along with Jon Arryn and his household, and for whatever reason found it rather hard to smile throughout. He didn't make much of a habit of smiling much at strangers anyway, so it went unnoticed, though he suspected that his foster father knew something wasn't quite right. 

Robarra, of course, loved occasions like this so smiled throughout despite the fact that she wasn't so keen on her new husband, often laughing uproariously, being nothing less than gracious and charming to all the guests. He would admit that she brought an air of jovialty and fun to the rather stifled and tense royal family, all subject to the mercurial whims of the king. There would always be those who called her too bold, or a loudmouth, or overly friendly with anyone and everyone, but even more people who enjoyed her company, fought for her freely-given attention and delighted in making her laugh.

There were few people who were not completely charmed by her by the day of the wedding. In the weeks leading up to the event, the prince's betrothed had made countless friends in court. She liked to hunt with her longbow - which she was very skilled at - and was a talented rider, often impressing many by leading the chase herself, making raucous jests on the way back like she was one of the men. Ned wouldn't have been surprised if she picked up a spear one day to hunt boar. She was very approachable, down to earth and not prissy for a highborn lady.

And she did try with Rhaegar, even if she didn't like him overmuch, let alone love him. Often, whenever she was not surrounded by a retinue of people clamouring to win favour with the soon-to-be princess, she would complain to Ned of her efforts. The prince was distant and melancholy, unimpressed with any flirtations she tried or conversation she made, beyond polite small talk. 

So as he watched in the Great Sept as Robarra was bound to the man in marriage, all Ned could think was that it was rather sad, to see someone so full of life wed to someone she described as dull and cold.

Most of the lords and ladies in Westeros were at the wedding. Notable was Cersei Lannister, the fourteen-year-old daughter of Lord Tywin. The girl was stunningly beautiful - more beautiful than any in the Seven Kingdoms, aside from maybe Lady Ashara Dayne - but clearly spoiled, used to getting her own way. Her father had wanted her to marry Rhaegar instead of Robarra, and it seemed Cersei shared his ambitions of making her queen, making her rather resentful of the lady who had gotten what she wanted. All her outwardly sweet well-wishes and compliments were laced with poison, and she glared viciously when she thought no one was looking.

But Robarra wasn't one to let spiteful little girls walk over her, and responded to Cersei's veiled insults with open japes and jests at her expense. At first, it was nothing more than good-natured ribbing, which another girl might have taken as an olive branch and gotten over herself, but not Cersei. Within a day or two, the Lannister girl clearly loathed his friend, which she only viewed with amusement, none of it cutting anywhere deep. Robarra could have made Cersei's life miserable, seeing as most of the other court ladies were clamouring for her favour; the fact she did not was more down to her not really caring, rather than any kindess, but still.