Ralph swallowed down his protest; he could recognise the look of a stubborn Baratheon from a mile away. He had seen this in Renly, Robert, and Stannis many times. Once the stags made up their minds, there was no changing it, and it seemed that the doe was no different. A pity that the easiest way to the King's ear was blocked. Typically, the Queen or the King's mistress held the royal ear, but alas. The Lord of Bronzegate looked at Jon Stark, who continued having an unreadable expression, and the thoughtful Lord of White Harbour.