"His sister sat in a puddle of wine, cradling her son’s body. Her gown was tom and stained, her face white as chalk.The boy is gone, Cersei,”  Lord Tywin said. He put his gloved hand on his daughter’s shoulder [… ] She did not hear. It took two Kingsguard to pry loose her fingers, so the body of King Joffrey Baratheon could slide limp and lifeless to the floor.”

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the only thing more uncomfortable than a lannister family dinner is a stannis baratheon family dinner

Stannis sat at table with a grimace, his teeth grinding louder than the noise of his guests in half-hearted feasting. “I didn’t want this as much as I didn’t want to be king.”  Stannis Baratheon chewed on his bitterness like a dog with his bone.

The king threw his slab of meat on the plate. The lords and ladies at table stopped, and the room was silent. Davos frowned. That was ill done. He wanted medium rare. - A Storm of Swords