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Summoned once more to Robert's Court, that had once been the highlight of his year for him, had been so two years ago still.
The last twenty moons though, since he craved the pleasures, since he learned to appreciate fully how others were fitting with him, since then it had been uncomfortable to visit the Court, to vomit anywhere outside at all. Outside meant curious eyes, meant disapproving eyes and words and maybe even more. But it mattered not to his oldest brother, it never had and so he made his way once more to the Capital and left his desire behind in Storm's End.

There he was now, standing in the Great Hall in front of Robert, his larger-than-live oldest brother who was looking down at him from his throne and he felt so much like a little boy still.

Only the reason for why he was now standing here, was nothing in which he had found himself when he really had still been a little boy.
And around he could hear the countless Voices of all of those around him, the Courtiers, the Ladies, the Nobles, all who were waiting for something exciting to happen.

He looked up towards Robert and watched as his King and brother stood up from the Throne, nodded once down to where his Lord
Hand stood and then looked to him, Renly.

His Voice was loud then, clear and near formal.

"So, you're old enough to make sure that you really rule over the Stormlands and that they will be staying in our family too.
So, to make that official, I Robert Baratheon, first of my name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, declare that you, Lord Renly Baratheon of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, will be seen as of full age from this day on and will not only take full responsibility for your Lands from this day on but that you are now eligible for a marriage."

looked down at his hands, felt the wetness gathering in his eyes and rapidly blinked, so that the tears would not fall, would not go down his cheeks and thus show his weakness to his brother and to the Lord Hand.

He had no real desire at all to marry, neither now nor later, even though he knows of course that it is the normal way for men in his position of Power. He had hoped that he could at least decide for himself who would become his wife, but not even that was granted him now.

What use was it to be the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, to be the most powerful man in his home region, when his big brother was the King of all Lands and could give him orders still and could command him who to marry and when to marry and he as a Lord himself could not find a way out?

Oh how he had hoped that the arrival of the Queen's father two days ago would be enough to distract his older brother and the Lord Hand and give himself some much needed rest from them, but alas Tywin Lannister's presence changed nothing for him, Renly personally at all.

And the dozen young Ladies from which the King and Jon Arryn would choose a wife for him, would arrive in the next week.
He felt sick.
He truly felt ill, just thinking about all this, about having to do this duty, of having the lay with someone who was disgusting to him.

A moon has passed, a moon which had brought much change in the Red Keep and even though that he had been terribly interested in anything but his own upcoming fate, it was undeniable that Lord Tywin Lannister's presence in the Royal Court had changed nearly everything here.

Even though he, Renly had never cared about Robert's marriage altogether and his wife in any way, it must be said that everyone had seen how they behaved towards each other and how the Queen herself tried to keep Robert away as much as possible.

Now that Robert had cared much, for how much he enjoyed other women in his bed, thought Renly with bile in his mouth, remembering once more his upcoming fate.

No, Robert had not cared much, the Queen had enjoyed it to have power without her husbands in her bad and everybody here knew it, even he who was more in his own Realm than here. Everybody knew it, everybody could see it and since the Crown prince had been born, nobody had spoken loudly about it anymore.

Nearly nobody, thought Renly bow with a wince. Nearly nobody but the Lord Hand, who had reminded his former fosterson and now King, that there should be more than one Child in the Royal Marriage, that a new Dynasty needed more children for the future and that the King and the Queen had a duty to fulfill for the security of the Realm.

Oh Gods, how Renly hated this old man, for he had not only brought forward Robert's duty but he was soso the one who had brought the trouble into his, Renly's own life and future.

Course old Arryn's dutiful behavior and course Lady Arryn's fruitful womb, for if she hadn't given birth of already four children to her husbands house, then most likely the old falcon would have cared less to see such blessings for the Baratheon line too.

If only the Old Falcon would have not decided to care foe all Baratheons the same, that alone would already been a blessing, but no, since Stannis had once more managed to impregnate his ugly wife and the old Lion was now hovering over his daughter and forcing her and Robert into bed each night for the last moon and would most likely keep doing so till a new babe was born to the Royal Couple, just to be sure, it was now him, Renly onto the which the damn Falcon fully concentrated.

The old Falcon and his Ladywife too, this damn auburn-haired woman with the honey-sweet voice, who had welcomed all the potential Brides who had been sent to the Red Keep, so that Robert and the Lord Hand could find a wife for him, Renly.

But Robert did not care and the old Lion made sure that the King would not care for much else but to spend his seed into the proud Lioness's womb and so the deed had fallen to the Lord Hand alone then.

And where Lord Arryn was, there was his wife too and so she had ended up spending the the most time with the potential future Ladies of Storm's End.

And every second evening he, Renly had to eat a private Dinner with the Lord Hand and his wife and with a new young Lady from among the dozen.

A few Ladies had already been sent home afterwards, much to his relief, among them the Frey girls, the Crownlander girls, the Tarth girl (and Gods but she had been really really ugly) and the Reach girls too.

The Vale girls were still here, the Northern one and both Dornish girls even though of the hate that one of them was showing to everyone here.

And tonight the damned Arryn's would force him once more to spent the evening with them and one of his potential Brides.

He really hoped that it would not be this terrible Fowler girl, this hateful shrew.

Next update from Winterfell, Starks entering this Story. :D