Boom!
Eddard's accusation instantly stunned everyone.
Mace Tyrell turned deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Robert's eyes went wide, filled with incredulous shock and fury.
Cersei lowered the hand covering her face. Bewilderment first appeared in her green eyes, followed by a burning, deep-seated hatred for Renly and House Tyrell.
Jaime Lannister's gaze also grew intensely sharp, and he tightened his grip on his sword hilt.
Renly's expression changed completely, shifting from shock and anger to a trace of barely concealed panic.
He pointed at Eddard, his voice shrill. "Vicious lies! Eddard Stark, this is outright slander! A despicable ploy to divert attention from your own treason! What proof do you have?!"
Eddard's gaze was like an ice pick, fixed on the swaying figure of Mace Tyrell. "Why not ask Lord Tyrell? I imagine he can barely speak by now!"
"I... I-pfft!"
Under enormous pressure, with the almost tangible weight of Robert's, Cersei's, Renly's, and all the high lords' gazes bearing down on him, Mace Tyrell broke down completely.
His eyes rolled back, and his fat body slid limply off his chair, hitting the carpet with a heavy thud. He lost consciousness entirely.
"Lord Mace!"
Renly cried out involuntarily, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
In everyone's eyes, Mace's collapse was as good as a confession.
Robert looked at the unconscious Mace on the floor, then at the pale-faced Renly, who was trying to explain himself. The last trace of hesitation in his eyes was utterly consumed by raging fury.
He pointed at Renly, his voice thunderous with anger.
"Renly! Get back to Storm's End at once! You are no longer Master of Laws!"
"Brother! That isn't what happened! Let me explain! We haven't done anything! Eddard is slandering us! He harbored Rhaegar's whelp. He has no credibility left!"
Renly