At Margaery's murmuring, Renly sharply rose to his feet, the wooden chair making a cry against the floor as it was slide back and fell over. Robb rose as well, anger finally being triggered at the outburst and embarrassment Renly was causing in front of his own court.

"How do you expect to rule the kingdom if you're getting mad over one boar?" Robb's words stung and he fought to control his emotions.

The next action happened so quickly, Robb hadn't the chance to process it, but wasn't surprised by the fist that connected to his jaw. Renly had closed the short distance between them (essentially Margaery) and lost his temper the way that only could be described as a toddler lashing out and not getting what he wants.

Robb took a half step backwards, a hand to his face in surprise as the king's guard of both parties rushed to their respectful aid.