Father straightened himself and his angry glare and the tightening of his jaw showed that he would love nothing more than to speak his mind to Joffrey. His eyes showed clearly the disgust about the words.
Mother closed her eyes and pressed her lips together while her former slightly happy glow was gone. She bowed her head a bit deeper after Joffreys words.
Uncle Robert barked that Joffrey would do well to close his mouth and behave himself, while the Queen smirked. Joffrey himself asked his father for forgiveness but he didn't turn his head to ask hers for his cruel words.
Not that Shireen would forgive him anyway. She saw that a bit more in the background Myrcella and Tommen were standing, surrounded by two Septas and a couple other sycophants. She felt sorry for them but this was about her first. She vowed to herself to protect them after this as best as she could.
Shireen looked back to the Throne and saw that the Hand looked at her with sympathy and compassion.
Her father opened his mouth to speak but she decided to clear all the problems by herself.
Her Uncle and her father had never seen eye-to-eye and whatever Stannis Baratheon said or did before, Robert was always more fond of the opposite. Shireen decided for herself that she would not come between them but instead to work on her Uncle independent from her father.
Who would ever believe a small seven namedays old Girl to be anything else than absolutely innocent and with the wish to please everyone.
Shireen's inner fourteen years old and slightly cynical and battle-hardened first life former self was inwardly smirking while the outside face showed only a gentle smile and she widened her eyes to show their bright blue color.
"Don't be angry father, nor be sad dear mother, for Prince Joffrey is of course right, even though his words were harshly spoken.
I am not pretty girl, nor will i ever will become a pretty Woman. That is the truth.
When i was blessed and healed, the Gods were kind and loving to do so. They must have found my features themselves not unpleasing enough to change them too.
Maybe they were showing to my dear father and mother that they approved of their marriage with this and that they approved of me, their child with this.
I have features from my father and from my mother, not the most flattering, that is true but my face is what it is. I have the black hair and the blue eyes that all Baratheons had since the founding of our House, the true colors that House Baratheon inherited from the Blood of Argella Durrandon.
That my face is less pleasing than i would wish it to be, is way less important for me as that everyone can see me, look at me and knows my Blood."
Everyone in the Great Hall of the Iron Throne stared at the small girl that just finished speaking.