Female Robert Baratheon * Robarra was dauntless, a force of nature, the centre of any room she was in even at sixteen. She had a talent for making friends, despite her hot temper, which flared up fast and fierce but was forgotten just as quickly. She laughed loudly and often, making bawdy jests with the men without flinching, giving just as good as she got. So why was she crying? "I've been a fool," Ned's friend sat down on his bed, seemingly uncaring that she only wore a thin (but mercifully long) nightdress. "I made a stupid mistake and gods, everyone's going to be so angry. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just a bit of fun," * As the bedding ceremony kicked off, Ned and Stannis locked eyes as the horde of eager men descended on a laughing Robarra, who was already loudly joining in on their bawdy jests and crude suggestions, and sat back down. "She's enjoying herself," Ned said with a shrug. Stannis had grimaced but seemed to agree. No doubt he didn't want to see his sister stripped naked, either. That wasn't the reason Ned hadn't joined them; he didn't particularly want to see his friend delivered to her marriage bed at all. * Ned knew that Robarra wanted him to stay in court after the wedding - she had told him as much - but ultimately there was no place for him here. Ned wasn't a knight, wasn't made for politics and found King's Landing rather suffocating; they were not children anymore, besides, and the Princess of Dragonstone could not be seen going out riding in the Kingswood or drinking in the city with a man who was not her husband.