He sighed, upon seeing Robert riding into Storm's End with his wife, Cersei Lannister and King's Guard men Jaime Lannister, the two golden-haired twins. Personally, he all wanted was for a peaceful, quiet wedding with his new Lady Wife, without Robert's presence. But alas, the man had to insist bluntly on seeing the wedding, given that Jeyne Arryn was the niece of his adopted foster father, so alas, here he was, nevertheless of Stannis's personal opinion on it. Robert was dressed in a shining outfit of yellow and raven, and wore a stag crown on his raven-colored head. Though he didn't bring his war hammer with him, he was still highly muscular and still road like that horse of his like thunder. Stannis sighed, feeling as though Jon, his hand, wouldn't approve of him being here, not while he was about to marry Jeyne, not a single bit.
"Hello, brother." Stannis saluted him, as the man came riding past with his party. Robert seemed like he was thrilled even, more thrilled than what Jon Arryn would think of this, in any case. The man had rather bluntly refused to marry his niece to the King, when asked about her, that was, and even though Robert himself pondered after her. I think he just comes here to spite Jon Arryn refusing to marry his niece to him, even though he asked after her. He found this with weariness, if he was doing this to offend Jon and his innocent niece Jeyne, both of whom lost family during Aerys II's burning, as it was now called, than it was purely done of some level of pettiness and childish angry regarding that fact, which was not a thing a good man would do when faced with denial - a good man would let it go, considering the fact, that Jeyne was his last family left standing after Robert's Rebellion, so naturally, he was more protective of her than most would think. Indeed, Jon had... talked to him about the idea of Jeyne marrying Robert with a level of disdain, but nevertheless, wished an alliance between them and the Eyre, and so choice himself to be the Baratheon in question to broker this alliance. Probably, he'd assume, because he'd be loyal to Jeyne, unlike Robert, of whom was known for a womanizer.
"Ay, I can't wait to see Lady Jeyne. Her brother was always saying no to my advances of her..." Robert sounded vigorously annoyed about that. "Elbert claimed I was disrespecting his house with my advances of her, even though the girl was pretty and willing to my advances enough for a good fucking or two. I suspect that he didn't want his beloved sister having a raven-haired bastard, a fact I can't rightly blame him for." He laughed at the end, although Stannis could hear was untone of clear guilt mixed in there. No wonder why, because Lady Arryn was his sister's friend. Friends don't hit on their other friend's sister's, not unless their arses or something. He supposed. But Robert waved it away just as quickly, when he looked at Cersei Lannister's look of displeasure though. She didn't like this story about Lady Arryn.
"Does Jon or Jeyne know that you came here?" Stannis wondered.
"No..." Robert pressed his lips together. He didn't even looked shamed, in all honesty.
"Careful now, you risk offending your own hand." Because Jon would react none too well to Robert invading his own niece's wedding ceremony.
"Jon wouldn't be offending, that I'm attending my own brother's weddin' ceremony." Robert pouted, as they walked inside of the keep. It was ready in the both the blue of House Arryn and the house colours of House Baratheon, to commemorate the wedding between the two houses. Besides, he wished to appease his new bride, of whom was to become the Lady of Storm's End, and by extension, he'd be making Jon Arryn happy. He wished to keep the Hand happy and pleased, given that they'd be working together, with himself as the Master of Ships. Sometimes, he found that appointment to be a jest of bad faith, given that he did try and caught the Targaryen children, but they were long since gone by the time he had arrived on Dragonstone. It wasn't his fault, but somehow Robert still blamed him for not catching them accordingly, which was completely unfair. It was more unfair still, that Robert had been tempted to give him that dull rock called Dragonstone. He'd know it, because Robert himself told him so, when rewarding him Storm's End so that he might be of rank to marry Lady Jeyne Arryn and not to offend Jon Arryn whilst giving her hand in marriage.
Stannis had to hold his tongue on this. At least to Stannis, his brother appeared to have no idea how truly angry Lord Arryn could get in terms of Jeyne, his supposedly pretty little niece. He'd had talks with the Hand about her, and he sounded like he truly loved her, as a daughter. As the last surviving member of his family... He'd be more acceptable to being defensive over her. Plus, didn't he know them anyhow? Maybe Robert was just being stupid in regards to their feelings, considering there was certainly a lack of it on his behalf. If Robert cared about the Arryns as a whole than he would be in King's Landing, attending to his lady wife, of whom seemed to look pregnant as it was. He sighed, but alas, he was King, so it was his right to attend. Nothing he nor Jon Arryn would change his mind about this, even though he was sure Jon Arryn would very well wish it, mostly for Jeyne's sakes. The King was well known for making lewd remarks concerning woman, as it was.
"Besides, Jeyne is beautiful. I wish to see her before she gets married of to you - you know, she's got the loveliest blonde locks, not Cersei's golden shining mane, mind you, and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, as blue as the sky, I suppose. But she's nothing but a daisy in comparison to the beautiful rose bush that once... was my lovely lady Lyanna..." He frowned, clearly looking upset. That dammed woman Lyanna Stark, he was never getting over her, but he should. She was dead , whilst his own pregnant wife wasn't. She was still alive, and she looked completely miserable with him, whenever he mentioned her name. He could see it on Cersei's face, and he felt sorrow for her, that his own brother would rather dwell on the past than in the future.
"Stop it, Robert. Stop it now." He was tempted to say it, but Cersei Lannister said it first, in a tone of bitterness. Stannis was even tempted to smile at the Queen's reaction to Robert finding another woman attractive, given that It was his fiancée of all things. But nevertheless, he was thankful for the intrusion on her part. He didn't want to get in trouble with Jon honestly.
"Why, woman?" Robert stated. Stannis rolled his eyes, as he looked at the old Durrandon chair. It was made of a plush yellow material, and a raven-coloured stag emended into it's gentle yellow seating's. It wasn't as grand as the Iron Throne was, but it was grand enough to make one bow to one. On Dragonstone, they had a seat as well; it was of a small red-coloured dragon, swirled up in a beautiful mirage of silver-gold dragon-glass with the three heads of House Targaryen on its backside. It truly a beautiful work of arts men ship and awing inspiring to look upon - but it was nevertheless, a smaller, less impressive version of the Iron Throne itself. He tried sitting there, imaging what Aegon the Conqueror thought when he came back to Dorne to find Queen Rhaeny and her dragon dead. It was said that he spent many a days on Dragonstone, thinking on his decision making before deciding to stop his conquest of Dorne. It was sort of romantic, that thought of his, even though he had to get back to King's Landing shortly after he stormed it to find Queen Rhaella's dead body. It was cut open by one of the Maesters, and he actually did feel guilt over seeing it though. He ordered her body be burnt though like her husband's was, and he watched it all the same, burning away on Dragonstone. He had heard stories of what the King did to her, and it was not wrong, she looked like she was clawed by a beast, and her neck and face were covered in bruises. It was terrible seeing her. He hoped that her life in death with her Gods were better than it was in her own shortly cut lifespan, at least.
He ignored the bickering pair to admire the seat, his seat of power. It was magnificent. Just as magnificent as when his father sat on it to take court. It was also said to be created at the same time as Storm's End itself was created, given how elderly the woodwork was on the chair. It was made purely out of an old tree that was growing within Storm's End, a gentle cinder tree, but it's great roots and branches were everywhere on the brickstone cobble behind it, though it got a daily trim to prevent it from growing completely out of control. Winterfell, High Guard, the Eyre, and Casterly Rock all had their own seats of powers, given that they all use to be Kings in their own right - however, it was also said that the Blackwoods held the seat for the Riverlands, but that was an unproven myth thus far.
Robert also wore the helm to match the seat too. If only... That would make me look one of those old Storm Kings, to go sitting on that chair... "Hey Robert, your helm matches you former seat of power." He said, casually. He had never expected that he himself would be the one sitting in it someday, regardless. He always expected Robert would continue being Lord of Storms End, not himself. So, he found the seat fascinating to look upon, even when he was starving along with it during the siege of Storms End.