Robert proudly chuckled as he took a swig from his wineskin whilst he watched his son, the secondborn boy, and the only one with his Houses name to have black-hair, stand over the boar he had just shot down all on his own with a simple arrow.

Robert gave his son a rough pat on the shoulder before he nudged the boy closer to the boar and placed a dagger in the Prince's hands, the sound of the boars pained squeals and wheezes in the background.

"Go on lad, put your kill out of it's misery."

Robert urged with a wide grin, that Joffrey boy of 'his' wasn't all too good at being a real man, he whined, and he couldn't even hunt, well, couldn't hunt anything but a pregnant cat now could he? But this boy, this boy was a real Prince, a true Stag in the flesh. And Robert's favorite child.

Too bad the boy was born second.