"This has always been about you in his eyes." She told him gently. "You are a rival king that he must accept and bargain with. All others he may remove, but you must be parlyed with, challenging his power." She had heard such things from Loras before as she watched her brother pace, near ranting about the "upstart Stark king." He was younger, more handsome and far better skilled. The people loved Renly, but it was Robb that had won the war and earned the people's admiration.
"You have won it all in the end." She said, near afraid to look at him, but feeling she must. He deserved that much and more. "It isn't a Baratheon that will inherit the throne. A Stark will wear the crown." Only then did she dare to touch him, placing her hand against his cheek, lightly caressing him. "Think Robb. Think of all you have seen today and heard of Renly. The rumors about him, where his eyes wander, why I am often alone and look at my child. She is three years old and born not long after you had gone." She could not say more for fear of those who were listening.
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Date: 2016-11-20 04:46 pm (UTC)"You have won it all in the end." She said, near afraid to look at him, but feeling she must. He deserved that much and more. "It isn't a Baratheon that will inherit the throne. A Stark will wear the crown." Only then did she dare to touch him, placing her hand against his cheek, lightly caressing him. "Think Robb. Think of all you have seen today and heard of Renly. The rumors about him, where his eyes wander, why I am often alone and look at my child. She is three years old and born not long after you had gone." She could not say more for fear of those who were listening.