Ser Cortnay gestured for Edric to hurry over. Even if he had once been the best known of all Robert's bastards, he was now merely a servant of his elder brother, Storm. Once his brother had children of his own, he would have the good fortune to become a lord and content himself with his station.
"Long live King Gendry!" Edric ran over too, setting down his miniature longsword and shouting. The boy had blue eyes, though his protruding ears detracted from his looks.
Stannis gave Daenerys another awkward bow. As for Edric, he was not troubled by those old affairs. He was still only a child.
Gendry raised both their hands and faced the crowd. A middle-aged man's hand, a boy's hand. The balding Stannis, the youthful Edric.
"Long live Storm's End!"
"Long live Storm's End!" The soldiers of the Stormlands and Dragonstone all cheered, delighted that the divisions within the Stormlands and House Baratheon had been put to rest.
"Lord Renly, I think you had better hurry over and beg forgiveness," Brienne whispered beside Renly. Even now, she had done all that could be asked of her.
"A king has his own way to die. Besides, would they pardon me if I went over there?" Renly said dismissively.
The soldiers were already pushing the reluctant Renly onward. Since he was a traitor, he ought to look the part.
"Apart from Renly Baratheon, no soldier will be held accountable for what has passed," Gendry announced.
"Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
"I shall appoint Lord Stannis as my right hand, the Hand of Storm. Ser Cortnay will remain castellan of Storm's End and guardian to my brother Edric," Gendry announced, looking at Stannis and Ser Cortnay. Stannis cared about titles, but he did not seem to be