Chapter 33 - King’s Landing (I)
"Betrayal hurts because it always comes from the people you least expect." Aenar Targaryen, seeing the fury in King Robert I Baratheon's eyes as he gazes upon the Lord of Winterfell.
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Crown Lands - King's Landing.
Inside the huge red fortress built beneath Aegon's Hill, in the Small Council chamber.
Seven men sat in their respective positions.
Just as everyone was about to start the meeting, the camera doors were opened and a strong smell of wine floated into the room.
All seven men rose from their seats and spoke at the same time.
"Your Grace."
Whoever came in was a tall and mostly fat man; if someone had told them that this man had been known as the Demon of the Trident ten years ago, no one would have believed them.
Robert I. Baratheon was a shell of his former self, a distant echo of the man he once was.
Taking a sip of vine from the mug, Robert ignored everyone and sat down on the main chair with his fat body, looking at his advisors with his deep blue eyes. His black hair was disheveled and his beard was large and dirty. Frankly, if it weren't for the expensive and noble clothes, it was hard to believe that such a man was the king of an entire continent.