robert baratheon

"Who are you?" she said, barely able to hear her own words as her heartbeat thrummed in her ears."This is your dream, remember? Tell me who I am," he said smiling, absently coiling a tendril of her long brown hair around a finger.She narrowed her eyes at him. "If this is my dream, oneiroi, then answer my question. Who are you?"He was hearing her true voice: that of a natural ruler. She watched him smile at her fearlessness, even as he loomed over her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I am your lord husband."