It had been a week since the siege, since they’re lived had all been saved by that smuggler they were starting to call the onion knight and he’d woken up from that terrible nightmare. Life had gone back to normal…or well, as normal as it ever could be again. When he thought about it, almost everything had changed beyond recognition. For better or worse, the siege had changed him.
Renly had never been exactly close to his older brother, but now Stannis was more distant than ever, always seeming to be lost in some grim thought, only pausing to scold or lecture him. Renly had taken to wondering about the castle, exploring the nooks and crannies as he played one of his games of being a brave knight or intrepid explorer, or as he would look to an outside observer, a little boy brandishing a stick with a too-big cloak clasped at his neck. When he’d first had an actual meal at the victory feast some lord had thrown, he’d devoured his share in just a few minutes, so unnacustomed he was to the feeling of being wellfed. ‘Like a little wolf cub,’ Stannis had remarked disdainfully.
Most notable of all the changes the siege and its after affects was the squire he’d been given after the Tyrells had bent the knee to his wonderful, gallant brother Robert. King Robert, he oaused to remind himself, as if he could forget. Honestly, Renly was thrilled at the prospect. With Stannis always off doing some lordly duty, he’d felt awfully alone enclosed in the castle walls. Maybe he could finally have a friend.They had yet to meet but he was sure Loras would be absolutely wonderful.
There was to be a feast that day, to celebrate the Tyrells pledging their support for house Baratheon. Renly had always loved feasts, especially after the siege. As he neatly cut his food in to pieces as was proper for a lord (a prince?) he kept a the seat next to him saved for Loras, hoping he’d arrive soon. Renly couldn’t wait to meet him.