When Lann just walked into the door, Robert's expression was like he was going to eat someone.
But as Lann got closer, those cat-like eyes that shimmered faintly in the dim firelight started to draw attention.
"Hmph, cat eyes? Kid, did you catch some weird disease?"
Although King Robert's tone was still unpleasant, at least the murderous aura was suppressed.
As the former ruling family of Westeros, the Targaryens, their pure bloodline would possess looks that were exceptionally beautiful, hair like molten silver, and violet eyes.
Out of defense for the current throne and hatred for them, Robert wished he could kill all such people.
Lann naturally picked up the conversation.
"Indeed, a strange illness, Your Majesty. And that's not a very fortunate story. I believe everyone here wouldn't be too keen on hearing it."
"Exactly." A glamorous blonde woman standing between the King and the Prince said with a sharp expression.
