Some men were addicted to alcohol, some to women, and Robin, who was still a child, had always been addicted to the attention people gave him. He was always extremely possessive and would throw tantrums whenever someone who showed interest in him showed interest in someone else.

Even when he was a baby, he had this personality that could be considered spoiled. As a baby, when he was taken from his mother Lysa's arms and given to a wet nurse, he had always had breakdowns and would not stop crying until he was returned to his mother's arms. Since he was a baby, the only person other than his mother Robin had allowed to take care of him was you, a bastard.

While Lysa was alive, she had always tolerated Robin's sass and whining, and she had warned entire Eyrie to let him win in swordplay so that Robin could be pleased. Lysa had always been the one to silence Robin, who had a nervous breakdown when his toys were taken away, by offering him other toys and pampering him even more.

But after Lysa died, it was up to you because no one could handle Robert. You always knew how to make Robin happy and you were the only one who could manage not to yell at him when you needed to sleep at night but Robin was crying to play. You were the one who raised him after his mother's death. Robin's new addiction was sort of you. Even though he didn't know how to ride horses, he loved being told how strong he was by you.

You were the only person who could stand him since his mother died. He loved you, even though he could yell at you when you didn't spoil him like his mother did. However, he saw you as his rather than a person. He was only 12, but to him, Eyrie, his toys and you belonged to him.

He had been too attached to you. That's probably why he was so freaked out when he saw you talking to a groom today. He hit the groom many times with the wooden sword in his hand. When he finally looked at you, his body was shaking with anger and he shouted at you as if scolding.

"WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HIM? TALK TO ME!"