Stannis frowned as his fleet made anchor on the shore. He frowned as his force rowed or paddled across the shallow waters to the lands of Storm's End where he would claim the bannermen who had erred to support his brother as his own. He frowned as he walked past lords and knights who bowed their heads to him and swore their loyalty with a simple "Your Grace" as he walked by.

"Banners?" Stannis barked to Ser Davos Seaworth who frowned and relayed that all of the banners that Renly had brought with him were present and dipped to swear fealty to Stannis, even the Northern banners remained present. Stannis found this pleasing. At least some of the Northmen knew their duty.

"I'm sorry about your brother, Your Grace. I wanted to let you know that the lords I have spoken to here grieve for him." Davos said grimly, glancing at Stannis as they walked.

"Fools love a fool. I grieve for him as well. The boy he was. Not the man he grew to be." Stannis said bluntly as they navigated their way to the royal tent.

"I need to speak to you about what I saw in that cave…" Davos whispered, causing Stannis' frown to deepen.

"I made it clear to you that there would be no need to speak to me on this matter." Stannis growled in a low tone.

"Your Grace…" Davos began cautiously

"I have never known you to have to hear a thing twice." Stannis declared as they entered the tent, only for Davos to frown himself at the scene before him.

Renly Baratheon's body was laid in rest upon a table with his crown upon his chest beneath his steepled fingers.

Robb Stark's body was laid in armor next to him, with a sword upon his own chest.

"Both of them?" Davos asked aghast.

"Aye. His father was an honorable man, but he was a pup who didn't know what was right. He went to Renly, and he tried to steal the Northern half of my kingdom. I've always served thieves what they deserve Ser Davos, you know this." Stannis said coldly, only for Davos to shake his own head at Stannis.

"Your brother wronged you, but he was still your brother. An innocent boy? Fighting for his father's justice? Where was the right in any of this?"

"Are you questioning me, Ser Davos? Because there is a cell you may retire yourself to if you continue to be too familiar."

"Familiar? Aye, I damn well might be! This Red Woman has poisoned you! A good man I followed into battle without question, Stannis Baratheon was. I gave him my fingers because I thought him a fair and just man. This…this was…blood magic!" Davos exclaimed as Stannis sank to his seat.

"Guards!" Stannis roared, only for nothing to happen. Davos himself looked confused for a moment, before Stannis stood with his fists on the desk to bellow once more "GUARDS!"

Five people entered the tent; Ser Loras Tyrell, Brienne of Tarth, Ser Robar Royce, Lord Arwyn Oakheart and Lord Randyll Tarly, all armed with their weapons drawn.

"Stannis Baratheon, in the name of our King, surrender yourself for the murder for Good King Renly Baratheon."

"Your King?! I AM YOUR KING!" Stannis roared, drawing his sword.

"No, actually. I am." Robb said, rising from the table with his own sword raised at Stannis, who was utterly stunned that Robb was alive.

"Spare Ser Davos, I believe he himself was about to incur Stannis' wrath. Ser Loras, Stannis' army?" Robb ordered, before nodding to Loras to speak.

"Captured by the forces dispatched to the castle, they believed they had been sent aid by "King" Stannis, until we declared our intent. They chose to fight rather than yield. Five hundred dead with many more wounded." Loras said with a sick sense of satisfaction to Stannis who turned a deep shade of purple.

"Lord Randyll, his fleet?" Robb asked the older man who tilted his head to answer Robb while never taking his eyes off Stannis.

"His Captains have been captured and our own men are in the process of claiming the ships. They are flying Stannis' banners, so they should face no trouble until they have boarded and begun their assault."

"And the Red Woman?" Robb finally asked, causing Stannis to finally react violently.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"

"She somehow managed to kill twenty men before the archers managed to put her down. Her body is outside. It was…unnatural, Your Grace. They bled from their mouths and eyes, some burst into flames for no reason! It was terrifying, but Brienne of Tarth and Ser Loras managed to put a crossbow bolts through her."

"YOU WILL BURN FOR THIS! ALL OF YOU!" Stannis roared, charging forward to slam his sword down onto Loras' blade, only for the Knight of Flowers to expertly parry his blade away and smash his pommel into Stannis' nose several times. Brienne herself joined the fight when Stannis knocked Loras away with a slam of his shoulder. Brienne moved with the agility of a water dancer, her longsword slashing through the air in the tent but only ever striking Stannis over and over again. Brienne roared before finally bringing her armored fist up to crush into Stannis' face, sending him tumbling to the ground, stunned.

"For Renly. You will hang." Loras spat down at Stannis, before stepping aside as Robar and Brienne moved to pick him up. Robb simply rubbed his eyes, a lot was happening and he had barely slept in days.

"Prepare the gallows, and have his Red Woman strung up next to him. Send word to Storm's End that Stannis has fallen. I want us resupplied and ready to ride for Bitterbridge by nightfall. Also if there is a raven to Ashemark at the castle, have it prepared for I have orders for the Northern host."

"YIELD! I YIELD!" Stannis roared as they dragged him away, Robb froze.

"Hold. Bring him back. Do you realize what you have done, Stannis?" Robb asked the older man solemnly.

"I-…I have failed-…"

"No. You murdered your own brother. Your younger brother. Someone you should have protected, and the Gods no matter which ones you follow will never forgive that. Ser Davos was right, the Red Woman poisoned you. Ser Loras would see your head on a pike now, but I feel as though…life on the Wall could also suit him."

"Robb! You promised me his head!" Loras exclaimed, moving forward to face Robb who sighed.

"I promised you justice, Ser Loras. Think about this, Loras. He will age, he will grow to realize what he has done…and the guilt will kill him far more painfully than you ever could. Do you see that?" Robb implored.

"Renly himself would not have killed Stannis, and you know that as well as I. Let him take the black and live his days as a kinslayer." Every word that Robb said seemed to resonate with both Loras and Stannis, the latter of whom began to sob in horror.

"I murdered my brother…" Stannis whispered to himself, staring at his own hands shackled in irons "No…no…let Loras take my head now. I cannot…I…Renly…Gods! RENLY!" Stannis roared, making to move to Renly's body only for Brienne to roughly shove him back.

"No. I will not give you the quick death you desire, Stannis. I exile you to the Wall, to live out the remainder of your days as a man of the Night's Watch, nothing more and nothing less. Have him imprisoned here in Storm's End until the war is over and we have a sloop to spare to send him North. Have Ser Davos looked after. I wish to speak to him soon." Robb declared, with Loras and Brienne dragging a broken Stannis out to leave Robb with Lord Tarly and Lord Oakheart.

"I wish you both to ride with me at the fore as we return to Bitterbridge. It is a common practice I make to get to know my lords and commanders, I hope you honor me by accepting." They both of course accepted without much more prompting, leaving to assemble the troops to march at dusk. Robb approached Renly's body slowly.

"We could have done it together…I'm sorry it had to end this way for you…" Robb said quietly, before placing a hand on Renly's shoulder.

"Rest well, Good King Renly." Robb said before departing the tent.