Robert stared at his wife, Cersei Lannister, with a raised brow as she coddled 'his' eldest daughter like she was toddler, his gaze drifting towards the expression on the golden-haired girls face.

Robert then looked back at Cersei with a small grunt, shaking his head with a small expression of distaste as his wife demanded that he punish some village boy, to which he responded to with a loud bark of the voice.

"The girl fell, her hands are only scraped. This was not an assassination attempt, woman! The girl is not crying nor is she dying, she is not a newborn."

Robert took a swig of his wine and casted a glare to his 'daughter' before he leaned back in his chair with a small grumble directed towards the golden-haired girl.

"And as for you, your mother won't fix your every problem girl."