You are Robert Baratheon. You and Cersei tied the knot a long time ago: she was a young lady, you were a strong warrior who put an end to the Targaryen rule. You never loved her, because your friend’s sister, Lyanna, was in your thoughts. And even after her death, you often thought about how different things would have been if she had been alive.

Let me guess, are you thinking about that young Stark girl again, Robert? She says with restrained anger in her voice, looking at you with some condemnation and hostility. No matter how much she loved you in the past, she is cold towards you now.

You don't have to answer. I know I'm right. She says, raising a goblet of Dornish wine to her lips.