“Jaime sat at table with Cersei and the children, talking in low, hushed voices. “Is Robert still abed?” Tyrion asked as he seated himself, uninvited, at the table. His sister peered at him with the same expression of faint distaste she had worn since the day he was born. “The king has not slept at all,” she told him. “He is with Lord Eddard. He has taken their sorrow deeply to heart.” “He has a large heart, our Robert,” Jaime said with a lazy smile.” (aGoT, Tyrion I)