Baelor filled his father's glass as well and waved off the hovering page whose job he seemed to have taken over. Boy needed to hurry up, little bastard... He downed half his own glass in one go and filled it again, trying not to wince at Selester's words. "There'll be other days. Back to the practice field tomorrow. I don't like the new saddle... Did you see the fall Fossoway took in his third go? Bloody man's going to get himself killed one of these days--" Baelor finally glanced up to the dais and let out a low whistle. "Speaking of, what's got into the king? Looks like someone pissed in his wine."