The Prince and Princess Consort made their way to the King's Chambers to have breakfast with the rest of the Baratheon family, unsurprisingly being the last ones to arrive.

"Are you certain that they will join us for breakfast, mother?" Myrcella questioned, hope evident in her voice, the innocence of an 8-year-old lady evident in her ways.

"Of course they will." Robert replied, cutting his wife off before she could have the chance to speak. "I sent the Grand Maester to wake them, and express my summons."

Cersei looked positively appalled by her husband's actions, but knew better than to say anything before the children. Thankfully, she didn't need to as the doors to the King's chambers were pushed open and the newlyweds walked into the room, Joffrey looking around the table to see who was present and Elowen curtsying out of habit.

"There was no need to have sent the Maester, Father." Joffrey told his father his tone annoyed, "Elowen and I woke up well enough on our own."

Elowen's first married dress was pale red in colour with soft golden design, looking like something that would be made for Princess Myrcella when she grew older, currently, the young 8-year-old Princess was still dressing in soft pink and blue colours, only wearing red when it was to represent their House somewhere.

There was no chance that she would upstage the Queen, especially given that the Queen's golden hair seemed to shine brightly when she wore red, while due to having auburn hair, Elowen didn't stand out much.

Robert looked at the four and ten and three and ten aged couple, pleased with seeing them awake, pleased with the match that he made.

"How did you sleep?" Cersei asked, slightly worried for Elowen as she knew her son's temper, she knew the state her son left the whores that he invited into his chambers.

"I slept fine, your Grace." Elowen replied in a sweet tone. Only to have her husband move his arm from being hooked with his wife's, to be wrapped around her waist.

"We didn't fall asleep until the sun was coming up, so we didn't sleep much." Joffrey stated proudly, which caused his wife to blush and lokk away bashfully.

At his son's confession, Robert let out a booming laugh, and Joffrey knew that if he was closer, his father would've clapped his back and praised him for being able to last all night long.

After painfulbreakfast with the Royal Family, Elowen made her way to the Tower of the King, with Septa Melarie and a Knight who had been ordered by the King to be her sworn protector, Ser Criston Caron, and presented to the couple at breakfast.

Arya was the first to see her eldest sister, and ran into her arms the moment Elowen was fully inside the living area of the Hand's Tower, hugging her tightly, making her sister wince in pain as she buried her face into her stomach.

"I feared that I would never see you again after you wed." Arya claimed, looking up at her sister, with soothed fear.

"Why would not see me? We live in the same Keep." Elowen smiled, pushing a bit of Arya's hair out of her face.

Sansa and Ned exited Sansa's chambers, Sansa, despite looking pleased to see her sister, allowed her deep blue eyes to rake over Elowen's body in slight hatred, while Ned stepped closer to his daughter, pulling her into a hug.

"Are you alright?" Ned questioned worriedly, "Are you in any pain?" His tone was gentle, caring, and genuinely worried that the Prince had harmed his wife on their wedding night.

"Just a little uncomfortable." Elowen replied with a small smile, she knew that her sisters were unaware of the marital duty a woman should perform on her wedding night, so she was trying to prevent her father from saying anything much.

Ned nodded slowly and pulled away from his eldest daughter, his eyes instantly getting drawn to the two people who accompanied Elowen.

"These are Septa Melarie and Ser Criston Caron." Elowen introduces, motioning to each of them, the two curtsied and bowed at the Hand of the King while Ned nodded.

"You've been given a Septa and personal guard?" Sansa questioned, her tone holding slight resentment, and as she approached the group, she crossed her arms over her chest. 

Elowen nodded slowly, she was swiftly growing used to her sister's cold demeanour, even if it hurt her, she knew that she couldn't control her sister's feelings and emotions, nor could she prevent her sister for hating her. Elowen only wished that she could make her sister understand she was not completely at fault in this situation, or rather she was not to blame for any part.

But alas, Sansa would understand that, when she wanted to understand, that's what Septa Mordane had told her before the wedding.

"Why do you need a new Septa? Or a personal guard?" Sansa questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"Your sister got a new Septa because it's expected of her to have children, and the Septa will aid her with the children and with her own things, Septa Mordane is a Stark Septa, not a Baratheon Septa." Ned explained, looking at his middle daughter with calm eyes.

None of this was explained to any of the girls prior.

"And she get's a personal guard because she is married to the Prince, to the Heir to the Throne. And so if anything happens to her, whether she is with child or not, it's an afront on the Prince, therefore an afront on the Throne, on the crown." Ned finished.

At his words, Arya and Elowen shared a look, the events of what happened at the riverside coming back to their minds.