House of Metal 38
Renly Baratheon didn't know what to make of the proclomation that had come out of King's Landing. Not fifty Miles away, he and his army had been the first to recieve word that the city had surrendered, the King, Hand, and Queen Regent dead, and the metal man Ultron declaring himself lord of the Keep.
Upon hearing the news, he had a raven sent to his brother to ask for instruction, then he consulted his inner circle. The circle, consisting of himself, his lover, his wife, her lover, and their grandmother, was also quite stumped on the question as to what to do.
It was Brienne who made the first suggestion that he felt could make sense, "Perhaps we should turn our attention to the armies of the Westerlands? If the letter is accurate, it means that the army at King's Landing is no longer a threat. But the Lannister forces to the west still present a danger."
"But what if it is a ruse?" Olenna Tyrell asks, "This could be a ruse concocted by the Hand to sway our attention from the capital."
Renly shakes his head, "I do not think so, from what I recall of Ultron- which I'll admit to remembering most of my times in his presence- he would have enraged a man as cold as Tywin Lannister. I doubt the pair would ever have gotten on well enough that the Hand would even think of using him as his 'new lord' of King's Landing."
"So we are to believe the letter then?" Margaery asks, taking a bite of a grape, "That would be terribly convenient."
"I agree," Loras notes, then frowns, "But that golem seems to have a knack for making things… convenient does seem a good word."
"He knew the future," Renly supplies, "Or so the youngest Stark girl explained to me once. He knew the future that would have happened had he not begun to interfere with the affairs of Westeros."
"So, what? He decided to change it from the goodness of his heart?" Olenna snorts
"Oh no way in hell," Loras shakes his head, "I recall that Ultron was a monster encased in Iron. If he altered events, it is because doing so served his own needs."
"How?" Brienne asks, now curious to learn more of the metal being. Before this conversation, all that the pair had mentioned of Ultron were hushed warnings tinged with fears.
"Like the letter says, he now claims King's Landing," Renly starts, then he waves his hand and adds, "Not to mention I, the Starks, and probably Tyrion Lannister owe him our lives."
"Tyrion Lannister?" Margaery asks
"He is who Ultron has spent the most amount of time with," Loras explains, "It is not a long leap to assume that he is who Ultron finds the most value in, thus would not want to die."
Margaery nods, and while she leans back she asks about the Stark girls
"You've heard the rumors," Renly reminds her, "Of how Joffrey treated Lady Sansa after her father's death. Ultron had taken the youngest under his wing before then, and no doubt he took the elder sister as well, then necessitated their escape."
"The Starks would indeed owe him greatly, then," Olenna nods, and the woman rubs her chin, "He could no doubt use the debts owed to him to ensure that King's Landing becomes his."
"Or he could ask for some other land," Brienne muses, "Something worth more than a bay to a man made of metal."
Renly, Loras, Margaery, and Olenna turn to look at her, and the matriarch of the Tyrell family notes, "So that is why my granddaughter enjoys your company so much."
She then chuckles at the mighty blush that paints its way across the warrior woman's face.