Robert sat back in his chair at the feasting table, his expression was a miserable one as he listened to 'his' golden-haired children and their Lannister kin conversing next to him.

Loud cunts they were, but then again, the moment Robert got some wine into him, he was louder than any of them. Speaking of wine, Roberts gaze drifted towards his eldest daughter, a girl with black-hair rather than the golden mane of her siblings, as she carried a goblet of wine towards him.

Robert's eyes lit up as he grabbed the wine from her and gave a nod of thanks to the girl, taking a sip of it as he watched his wife, Cersei Lannister grab their shared daughter by the arm and begin to scold her on her appearance.

"Hells, she looks fine, woman."

Robert scoff, rolling his eyes as he told off his wife. That bloody woman was always on his daughters ass about something irrelevent, it was if she was out to get the girl or weaponize her insecurities.