Even though he didnât want Stannis to see him frightened, Renly was glad that he had come. There was no storm, but the castle became more scary as days went bay. Darker, with less people in it.
Bravely, he left the puppet dog he was holding aside â âSneakyâ, the real dog had ran away, Maester Cressen had said and Renly wondered if it could reach Robert and tell him to hurry back home. Â
Fidgeting the blanket with his one hand, he wiped the corner of his nose with the other and nodded.
âThe mad King won the war and they told us we would never ever see Robert again. And then they came here for us and they sayed they would kill us because we are traitors and they would feed us to the dragons who still breathed fire.â he sniffed and scooted closer to his brother. âIt was really scary, the Mad King was so tall and huge, taller than you! But that will not happen, will it Stannis? Robert wonât let us get hurt. â Renly decided to stand on his bed to reach him better. It was a secret after all, he was supposed to be really quiet âHe will send us food yesterday, honeycakes and potatoes and grapeses, the magic bird says so. What do you want it to bring? It is magic so it can be anything!â