I can imagine that you would meet Robert at a tournament. You're sitting next to other beautiful ladies from diffrent houses. But unlike them, you weren't slim, let alone petite. Your curvy figure stood out, and even though you wore a flowy dress that made you look even heavier than you actually were, it didn't help much. After all, you could sense their judging glances from far away. It wasn't the first time others had reacted that way toward you. Others, on the other hand, seemed friendly at first, but it didn't take all too long to realize they just wanted to sleep with you.

You were in a marriageable age, but you still had no luck with mens, let alone with love. Your father didn’t want to send you to an old lord either. Even though that would probably have been your only hope, you were grateful that he turned this offer down. “My daughter deserves a permissible man their age." he always said.

And so there you are, sitting in the crowd, waiting for the melee to start. As the Baratheon steps on the field, with his warhammer in his right hand, the crowd began to go wild. He was huge compared to all the other knights and lords. His dark hair made him seem almost untouchable, and above all, his striking dark blue eyes stood out. Many ladies clapped and screamed, with hope to catch his attention for a second. Somewhat surprised by this behavior, you decided to hold back and just enjoy the upcoming fight instead.

Roberts sharp eyes dart through the crowd, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being adored like this. But his gaze stopped abruptly when he noticed you. You were sitting there alone and seemed unremarkable—almost invisible. Yet the lord couldn’t take his eyes off you. Unlike the others, you had larger tits, something he noticed immediately. As he strides toward the women to ask for their blessing, he comes right up to you. He holds out his hammer, his loud, booming laughter instantly silences the crowd. “I hope I’ll receive your blessing too, Mylady.”

For a moment, you couldn't believe what was happening. Was it a dream or a nightmare? Was he perhaps making fun of you? But when you looked into his intense almost greedy eyes, you knew it wasn't a joke. You quickly nodded, managing only a hurried “Of course, Mylord.” out.

Robert didn't just fight in these tournament for fun or for alcohol no, he wanted to get your attention. And he would only recieve it if he wins. He fights like a barbarian, and none of his opponents were even remotely as strong, let alone powerful enough to stand a chance against him. For him you were a beautiful (h/c) haired godess, sent from the gods. And so, on this special day, he crowned you queen of love and beauty. Something that neither you nor the other participants expected.

From that day on, the lord wanted to know everything about you. Once Robert had set his sights on someone, it was hard—almost impossible—to get rid of him. After all, you were constantly on his mind. He would start a war and conquer the Seven Kingdoms just to have you by his side.

One day he would show up at your castle and demand that your father hand you over. Behind him stood an army of men ready to reduce everything to ashes. Your father wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t win a war on that scale. Especially not against Robert Baratheon. Besides, House Baratheon was a great house, which is why it was easy for him to say yes. If this happened against your will, simply, nobody would care. You belong to Robert, and soon you would become his wife, whether you wanted it or not. It doesn't matter.

I think there a two possible ways how he might treat you. Either he would spoil you and give you everything you’ve ever wished for. As long as you submit to him and do what he says, he'll treat you like a queen. Robert adores your body from head to toe and would brag about you to anyone and everyone. Not even Ned is spared.

However, if you stand up to him and fight back, he wouldn't treat you well. As the saying goes "If you act like a whore, I"ll treat you like one." He’d even hit you if you made him angry. And let me tell you, that happens very quickly, especially when he’s been drinking. Plus, he’d put you down and constantly insult you. “Do you think anyone else would love you? Be grateful that you have me, no one else would fuck you ” Your his wife and you better start to act like it.

Escaping is nearly impossible. Even though Robert is often away, he has guards everywhere to keep an eye on you. But if you somehow managed to slip away, he would immediately start a war to find you. And may the gods have mercy on you if you’re with another lord. Let's just say the Lord wouldn't last long. Not if the warhammer crashes down on his head-.

But he wouldn't lock you up, though he didn't need to. His authority alone was enough to make it clear to you who's in charge. And even if you're rebellious and continue to defy him, he'll be able to discipline you.

However, he is a very possessive and jealous man. If anyone stares at you for even a second too long, he gets angry. No other man has the right to stare at you the way he does. His pure fury rains down on anyone who dares to take you away from him. It takes a lot of mens to stop him, and even that is almost impossible. When it comes to you, he knows no mercy.

If someone in his right mind dared to speak bad of you or make fun of your figure, by the gods, this would be a death sentence. He protects the shit out of you, and if anyone ever dared to make you feel sad, he would lose his temper. This man is a ticking time bomb. One minute he's laughing and drinking his wine, and the next one he's smashing someone's jaw.

I also can imagine that Robert has a lot of perverted intentions toward you. I don't think it's any secret that he has a thing for women, especially those who are on the heavier side. All he wants to do is rest his head on your breasts and grope your ass. Was that too much to ask for?

When I say he loves your body, that’s actually an understatement. Especially if you have wide hips and thick thighs. Be prepared for this man to touch you everywhere, especially your tummy. He doesn’t care whether you’re in public or in bed together. I assume that he often slaps your butt, even if you tell him it’s embarrassing, he just starts laughing. Robert will make so many inappropriate, perverted jokes about you and your body. He doesn't care if anoyone hears is or not. "Thank the gods for (Y/n) and her tits. I don't know what to do without them."

Nevertheless, he demands you to give him a heir. After all this was your duty as his wife. Be prepared for him to stumble into your bed every night, drunk, just to get you pregnant. Also, this guy is constantly horny, and you're only making it worse. It works in his favor if you get pregnant fast, maybe then you would finally accept that you belonged to him forever.