Gendry hadn't thought becoming a legitimate Baratheon would mean this. He was stood in his smallclothes with a man measuring around his waist, Lord Renly watching the fitting from the window seat.
'I think navy would suit him well,' said Renly to the tailor, smiling, 'It would bring out his eyes.'
Gendry sighed as they made him try yet another tunic on. He had hoped to get some training in before the banquet that evening but it was clear that Renly and his tailor were in no hurry.
Renly got up to examine him, pulling the fabric around his shoulders. 'A little more fitted at the shoulders, I think.'
Gendry lifted off the tunic and, whilst the tailor hurried off to change something, Renly finally spoke directly to him for the first time since the fitting had begun.
'Do you know what you're doing this evening, Gendry?' he asked, looking a little concerned.
'Umm… The Starks are coming to dinner?' Gendry answered. He hated how stupid he sounded. He knew so little about courtly life that Renly had had to teach him everything, and now if just wanted to be the easy-going young Lord's equal and friend. It was humiliating to have to be treated like a child by someone only a few years older than him, uncle or not. He wondered, suddenly, if that was how Arya felt, when they were on the road together. He was always trying to protect her, and treating her like a piece of china, even though he knew she was steel at heart.
'No, I meant your manners. When they arrive, what will you do?' continued Renly, smirking.
'Umm…' Gendry raced to think of the answer before Renly cut him off. Finally, he surrendered and just said what he would do instinctively. 'I'll run to Arya and take her in my arms.'
Renly laughed, his eyes light. 'That's very sweet,' he said, knowing that Gendry missed the younger Stark daughter more than words could describe. She had gone North to see her family and they had only arrived back in King's Landing that morning. It killed him that he wouldn't see her until the evening, and not alone until… Well, who knew when? Renly spoke again. 'However, that isn't the correct etiquette.' Renly went on to explain everything Gendry needed to do, but now Gendry's head was filled with Arya and he wasn't listening.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be up soon. Each chapter centres on a different Baratheon Brother- but there are four in total (hmmmm?). This was inspired by a prompt by Princess-Of-Winterfell on tumblr.