“She’s a babe,” Stannis said bluntly as he clasped his hands behind his back as Ned focused back on the conversation. Jon Arryn let huff of annoyance and stood with his body stiff from tension.

“By the time she’s of age—“

“You’re going to marry her and that’s I’ll hear about the subject, Lord Stannis,” Robert snapped irritability as Ned tried to hold himself back from agreeing with the younger Baratheon. Stannis was twenty years Sansa's senior. The man was not an ideal match and even though Ned admired Stannis' courage and sense of honor, he didn't want the man for a good-son.

“Not another word," Robert continued in a threatening voice. "I summoned you here to tell you about your future wife. Not ask your permission! I am the king, dammit!”