Lyonel Baratheon I⁵

How had they gotten to this point? His wife, pregnant with their third child, was fuming with annoyance, and he, in his most splendid moment, completely drunk and staggering with sleep, could barely register her complaints.

"For the gods, Lyonel! I asked you to watch the children for a few minutes! A measly few minutes!" She said, annoyed as never before, her hand gently and frustratedly squeezing her belly, swollen with her growing pregnancy, even though she was annoying, she looked so divine, he thought, smiling completely mesmerized, only reacting when she slapped him, snapping him out of his daze.

"My darling... my love, I'm truly sorry, I only let them play alone for a few minutes, I didn't expect them to end up... there." He said, now most of the nobles have scattered from the Baratheon tent, frightened by the lady's disturbance; her children are playing hanging from the candelabras, where Lyonel and Ser Duncan themselves have helped them climb in the lady's absence. "Besides, they don't look so bad up there, do they, my love?" He asked her, somewhat nervously and drunk, as he still saw his two children hanging by their clothes from the chandelier.