The green, the night-dark hair, the sharp face with its piercing gaze, and especially the horns, reminded me of someone from another world. But my brother, Stannis, was the current Storm Lord while Robert brought down a dynasty with centuries of history, all for a wildling girl who didn't even love him.
"Renly, I think you should rest. Save your energy now that food is scarce." {Seriously} (Stannis)
Who was going to end up as the gay brother of King Robert of Westeros? I don't know why, but I woke up as Renly Baratheon a year ago, before this shitty siege began. I was already 5 years old then, and I wasted my time waiting for news of the Battle of the Trident.
-Calm down, brother, trust Robert. It won't be long before news of his victory spreads throughout the Seven Kingdoms.- {mockingly}-
Continuing with my previous line of thought, it's curious how Renly resembles Loki. They would be good shower thoughts, although I doubt that in this damned place, showers or any kind of cleansing necessary to avoid dying excite anyone. *Sigh* I looked at my new brother, the beloved and rejected Stannis Baratheon. The siege of Storm's End was in full swing.
Robert was somewhere in the Seven Kingdoms hiding after his defeat at Ashford. The situation wasn't promising at all, but nothing to worry about. As the younger brother of Lord Stormborn and future king of the Continent, of course I'll have plenty of food. Unfair? Yes, benefits of being born a noble. Besides, Davos recently arrived with more food for the civilians.
It won't be long before news of the Battle of the Trident arrives. I smiled. It's not every day you go from being the youngest son of a noble family to the heir to the Iron Throne. I looked at Stannis, feeling a little sorry for him. His big dream will never come true.
And I'm not saying this because I know I won't achieve it. I'm saying it because I will personally make sure that dream never comes true. When I woke up in this new body, I saw him, how he raised his brother, how he educated him, and of course, how he indoctrinated him. But if he didn't serve Renly, he'll do even less with me.
*Snort* Do you trust Robert? When you grow up you'll understand. Now go on, obey. I'm still your older brother. {Seriously}-(Stannis)
"He's not the only one you shouldn't trust," {whisper}-
I went to my room accompanied by the maester, who has taught me a lot this year. Even if it's just Baratheon history, it's something. *Sigh* I can't blame Stannis for not trusting Robert and even hating him. If one thing is well known, it's that he's an idiot. But what does it matter? He'll die and that throne will be mine. I don't care about him. Hell, I haven't even seen him. Why should I care what happens to him? As long as the rebellion wins, he's done his job.
Once in my bed, I managed to relax. Being in the presence of that crazy Stannis always gives me a bad feeling. Despite knowing he cares for me and has no reason to do anything to me, the shadow of the Stannis I saw in my previous life has done nothing but unsettle me.
During this year, I've kept silent. With no living parents who are proud of me, I held back from expressing any revolutionary ideas or opinions in front of my two dangerous and untrustworthy brothers. Robert was manageable, he was just an idiot angry about his girlfriend.
But Stannis was dangerous, and above all, I don't remember when he met that woman and became so obsessed with me that he killed me. A total religious lunatic obsessed with the Iron Throne. Yes, he is the rightful king, but who cares? He was too dangerous. I'm counting the days until he heads to Dragonstone and stops being such a nuisance.
The main thing now is to make a fortune and take over all of Storm's Hold once the rebellion is over. After that, I'll control the manor, and it'll be mine before Stannis leaves for Dragonstone. That way, he won't be able to interfere or influence my lands. I'll take care of that idiot Robert.
And before that idiot Robert takes me to King's Landing, I have to find a way to make it clear to those vassals who will be the next Stormlord...
Stannis's POV
Uncertainty reigned in Storm's End. The Tyrells continued to besiege and feast outside the walls, while within them, hunger grew increasingly uncontrollable. Luckily, that Davos guy turned out to be trustworthy, and with the excuse of the food we'll bring, we resisted.
At least until the end of the Battle of the Trident, although knowing that idiot, I'm sure there'll be some delay before he lifts the siege. My older brother, now King of the Iron Throne, would be good, except I don't see him as a brother, and I know very well what a walking disaster he is.
"My lord Renly is already in his room resting." {seriously}" (Maester)
"hmm," {seriously}" (Stannis)
Renly, the only memory I have of my parents before that damned mad king, the assassins, and the only brother I have. I hope he can grow up to be a good man worthy of Baratheon and not like that idiot Robert..."