Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 8

<The next day, Shores before Storm's End, Baratheon Parties (Stannis and Renly), The Stormlands...>

The envoys of both the Baratheon factions stood facing each other on horseback, poised for the tense negotiations that were to take place between the two Baratheon kings.

The green flag with a crowned golden stag signified the King in Highgarden whilst the yellow flag with a crowned stag within a burning heart signified the King in the Narrow Sea, both banners flying proudly in the strong wind of the Stormlands.

"Lady Stark, I had not thought to find you in the Stormlands." The voice of one King Stannis Baratheon spoke from his retinue, his red priestess of R'hllor upon her own horse and his trusted smuggler/knight Ser Davos on his other side whilst the Lady of Winterfell was upon her own amongst King Renly's retinue, the Wild Wolf in full armor next to her as her own guard.

"I had not thought to be here, Lord Stannis." Lady Catelyn spoke, even as her husband's bastard stayed religiously silent, Stark grey eyes narrowed at the Red Woman and her King with complete distrust.

"Can that truly be you?" Renly asked his eldest brother in a slightly snarky tone.

"Who else might it be?" Stannis asked in annoyance.

"When I saw your standard, I couldn't be sure. Whose banner is that?" King Renly Baratheon asked, a golden crown of antlers upon his brow and donning his full golden armor.

"My own." Stannis replied briskly, ever the stoic man, his crown of metal flames upon his own greying scalp.

Renly smirked as he spoke, "I suppose if we used the same one, the battle would be terribly confusing. Why is your stag on fire?"

"The King has taken for his sigil the fiery heart of the Lord of Light." Spoke the fervent Lady Melisandre, the woman wearing red robes that matched her red hair.

"Ah, you must be this fire priestess we hear so much about. Mmm, brother, now I understand why you found religion in your old age." The King in Highgarden spoke as he looked over the fire priestess, taking in the fact that she was young and beautiful.

"Watch yourself, Renly." The King in the Narrow Sea warned.

Catelyn only watched as the two sniped at each other in dawning disappointment at the flayed relations between the two remaining sons of Steffon Baratheon.

"No, no, I'm relieved. I never really believed that you were a fanatic. Charmless, rigid, a bore, yes, but not a godly man." The King in Highgarden sniped at his elder brother even as Stannis ground his teeth at his brother's defiance.

"You should kneel before your brother. He's the Lord's chosen, born amidst salt and smoke." Lady Melisandre spoke fervently even as Stannis's face remained stoic and still. 

"Born amidst salt and smoke? Is he a ham?" Renly snarked once more arrogantly.

"That's twice I've warned you." Stannis growled even as Lady Melisandre turned away, the slight thought that Westeros would not be as easy to convert finally starting to penetrate through her belief that the Lord of Light can be easily accepted by all... after all, she was the first true priestess of R'hllor that had ever stepped foot on the western continent.

"Listen to yourselves. If you were sons of mine, I would knock your heads together and lock you in a bedchamber until you remembered you were brothers." Lady Catelyn chastised the two sons of Steffon Baratheon whilst the silent Wolf Knight let out a cough... whilst trying to stifle the laugh that really wanted to explode from his throat at the remembrance of one such instance.