The story is already complete in my native language, this translation is just a way for me to practice writing in English.
I've used a website to try and polish my writing, let me know if you see any difference. Now, if any of you readers would like to help me with this polishing, I'd be incredibly grateful.
Moving on to the comments, KaliYugaFan, you have a good point, but let's talk about this.
I think the big X of the question is the fact that Orryn is a teenager. The POV in chapter 11 was Orryn's, so it was about his thoughts and feelings.
I've pointed out a few times that Stannis' children/family rarely left Dragonstone, so we have the following scenario.
1- Orryn only saw Renly a few times, and being on average 8 to 9 years younger than his uncle, that would be a time when any "insult" or joke would be misinterpreted. In the boy's mind, his uncle liked to embarrass him and insult his family.
2- No one really thought Renly was a homosexual; Stannis mocked the fact, yes, but Robert himself hoped that Renly would produce an heir. This is mentioned when he explains the plan to make Orryn heir to Storms End.
3-In later chapters, Orryn again shows resentment toward his relatives. I mentioned that I misunderstood Selyse's relationship with Alaster, which made Orryn Randyll Tarly's nephew.
Orryn often takes out his frustrations on his other uncle and his grandfather, so the whole problem with Renly was in Orryn's head, and Renly never cared about his nephew's opinion in the first place.
Somewhere between the Crowlands and Riverlands
"No... we have little more to gain by abandoning Stannis and Orryn. Surely everything we've been promised will be fulfilled." Margaery said, trying to control her voice. The trembling in her hand was a little easier to control.
"Surely Stannis would fulfill what he promised us... but surely he wouldn't give an inch more." Lord Mace Tyrell said, patting his daughter's leg lightly. "Twin Lannister knows he's going to lose the war, and he'll do even more to have us."
"I'd be queen, and I already had Orryn's ear. It's like Granny said, we could just get rid of Stannis after a while." Margaery insisted, drawing a disapproving look from her grandmother.
"It doesn't work that way, dear. The secret of such an act is not simply to keep it secret. If something happens and there's no one to blame, people will look and those who look will surely find it." Lady Olenna said as if it were nothing and took a sip of tea.
"And who but us would end up with the blame, my dear? It would always fall on us and then you would no longer have the young prince's ear, not for killing his dear father."
Margaery bit her lip and Loras put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Then what am I marrying Joffrey for? A few more positions?"
"Not quite. Renly Baratheon is an honest and loyal man, the uncle of the young king. For his help against the terrible usurper, he will retain his position on the small council, the lordship of Storm's End, and now Dragonstone. Of course, with the duty of dividing the Lordships once again between two future sons. Lord Mace said with a smile.
"How could Renly have won the Narrow Sea? It doesn't make sense..." Loras asked, confused.
"Blame King Robert. It was he who tried to make Orryn heir to the Stormlands and the Narrow Sea. We just used the loophole the other way around." Lord Mace smiled as if this had been his most ingenious act.
"Dear sister, with our own strength, Renly's strength added to the Narrow Sea, we will be the greatest power in the capital. Will the twin Lannisters tolerate this for long? Of course not. But until he deals with the war against the North, he can do nothing but give in to us, and by the time he's finally in a position to try to regain power, we'll have more vines than he can tear out." Willas said smiling.
"The queen, a royal guard, theoretically two of the strongest members of the small council, instability in the Riverlands and the North. Who knows, in the future, if the young King of the North perishes in battle, a line descended from Lord Eddard's eldest daughter, married to Willas no less, may claim Winterfell. Anything is possible in dark times, isn't it?"
"Smile Margaery, you'll get everything you deserve and as for us, your family, we'll take care of you darling." Alerie said, stroking her daughter's hair. "All the houses left in the battle except Tarly will be traitors, we'll be rid of a large faction against us.
Margaery smiled a beautiful smile, nodded in understanding and acted as cheerful as she had always been taught to do, which seemed to satisfy her father and brother, but not Loras, Loras always noticed.
When all the men had left the room, Lady Ollenna took a long look at her granddaughter, but it was Alerie who spoke.
"I know you've made progress with the prince, dear, and I know you've grown fond of him. Orryn is a fine boy, and he treated you very well. He was the type that was easy to fall in love with."
"But Joffrey will learn to do the same, and so will you. And no matter how much we have lied to you, young Rose, don't doubt our words when we say we will protect you." Lady Ollenna finished, and only then did Margaery burst into tears in her mother's arms.
In front of the walls of Kings Landing
The impact was heavy as Orryn's lance pierced the chest of a Tyrell knight.
As he had been taught for so long, Orryn moved his shoulder and managed to pull his spear out, already looking for the next target. There wasn't much time to aim this time, and at high speed Orryn's spear went through the shoulder of another Ambrose knight.
He fell from his horse and was trampled by the riders coming up behind, unfortunately taking Orryn's spear with him.
The movement to draw the long sword was fluid, and as it struck a knight's helmet, Orryn felt his shoulder ache from the impact. The helmet gave way, but Orryn knew he wouldn't have much strength left for the next strike.
Brienne also hit a knight and came to the prince's side. "We've come too far, my prince!"
Orryn nodded and with the momentum gone, he turned Sugarfoot around and shouted as loud as he could, "Fall back! Fall back men!".
Ser Borys raised the royal banner and the knights turned to retreat. Such a retreat would be an easy target for pursuit, and indeed some deaths occurred.
When men feel blood on their hands, they become inflamed, and many ran to attack Orryn's knights, breaking formation and making them easy prey for Ser Justin Massey's knights.
Orryn formed a new wedge formation, caught his horse's breath, and turned his sore shoulder. "Ser Rolland marches at a reasonable pace, our men will tire less. When the infantry clashes, we'll cut in from the side and make a path for the men to advance."
Ser Borys grunted in agreement, and they waited a moment for his cue. Orryn's men ran in their wedge shape, colliding with the disorganized side of the army.
It was a bloodbath, as if lightning had struck them. And when the men stopped feeling the presence of their comrades at their backs, they weakened. Men who weaken in battle die, and the men led by Ser Rolland Storm killed without mercy.
Ser Justin made a move similar to Orryn's on the opposite side further forward, opening another gap in the enemy army. They had almost reached the rear.
They were advancing easily, they were killing, they were enjoying it, they were winning.
Orryn continued to cut his way forward, but he grew tired. The fatigue hit Sugarfoot as he gasped for breath, and when a large battalion bearing the Baratheon banner appeared before them, he was no longer at his best.
Renly Baratheon's armor was visible from afar, as was Orryn's, and it was obvious that uncle and nephew were aiming at each other.
The clash of swords was heavy, and Orryn braked his legs to keep from falling out of the saddle. He couldn't believe his Uncle Renly could be so strong and skilled.
With a turn of Sugarfoot, Orryn tried to strike his uncle in the back. Once again, with great skill, Renly turned the horse without pulling on the reins and deflected the attack with his shield.
A flurry of blows came between the two, and each time Orryn shrank back in defense, he lost.
A blow from above was deflected by Orryn, and this time Renly didn't aim at him, but at the tired, wobbly hoofed Sugarfoot.
The stallion was strong and trained, but he reared up in pain as his back was cut deeply.
Orryn held on tight, but when another of his uncle's attacks came, he was knocked to the ground with a thud; there was no way to block a blow and stay in the saddle.
Brienne's eyes widened. She tried in vain to get to the fight, tried to stop it at all costs, tried to keep the two from killing each other. But there always seemed to be someone in her way... this went on until Orryn was knocked down.
Orryn stood awkwardly, tripping over a fallen body. He raised his shield to parry a random knight's blow, and as his heart fluttered with fear at having been dismounted, another confusion arose. It was Ser Hugh's light horsemen. The horses that were destined to plague the battlefield everywhere.
"Hold the line! Get out! Out!" Orryn shouted his orders, smiling as he saw Ser Borys hit his uncle hard uncle and dismounted him as well.
Wandering out of the confusion, Orryn felt the weight of his armor ten times greater than when the battle began.
"My lord! We've broken the line! We've broken the line!" Hugh shouted as he brought another horse to the bridle.
" Raise the banner, Hugh! We are retreating to Rosby!" Orryn ordered, and the army began to move, fearing pursuit. What actually happened...
The Baratheon battalion continued to pursue Orryn and his men. The young prince had never been an accomplished horseman, and with another horse he was easily caught.
His uncle Renly caught up with him again. This time their horses collided, their legs touching and their attacks having little effect due to the confined space. Still, Orryn fell again, only he didn't do it alone.
He grabbed his uncle's arm and brought him to the ground. During the fall, time slowed down, and looking into his uncle's eyes, Orryn finally realized that they weren't blue, but brown.
They both rolled around in the grass, mud and blood. Orryn tried to get up and felt a strong hand trying to pull him up by the shoulder.
Orryn struck, as hard as he always did, and his fingers ached even with the armored gauntlets.
The supposed Renly staggered backwards, but got up, as did the prince, and they went at each other again.
Surely not Uncle Renly. Orryn realized bitterly as he was once again overpowered.
Attempting to spin like Jon Snow had done to him, Orryn only hit his false uncle's shield.
With his arm at an unexpected angle, the knight struck Orryn in the head from below, tearing off his helmet, cutting his face, and knocking him to the ground.
The cut was deep, from the tip of his chin to his forehead, and the knight wanted more, he wanted Orryn's head.
Ser Borys, riding his horse at full speed, got in the way of the finish and jumped from his horse to defend his prince.
"Get him out of here, miss! Do it now!" He shouted to Brienne, but didn't look up as the tall woman carried the unconscious prince to his saddle.
A knight tried to chase after Brienne, but Ser Borys cut off his horse's leg and held his feet firmly.
"I'm a stupid, stubborn old man, but I won't move a step, you fucking bastard."
"Then you will die in vain, I'm sorry Ser." The fake Renly said with a certain regret before getting into a huddle with Ser Borys.
In the end, the army did not pursue Stannis' fugitives for long. The losses on both sides were too great.
Nearly half the fleet was burned by Ser Imry's recklessness. Of the 30,000 men who started the battle, less than 15,000 reached Rosby, and Stannis could not wait long for them; in fact, he didn't even think about it.
The king thought nothing of it when Lady Brienne of Tarth brought Orryn back unconscious, with only a blood-soaked bandage covering his face and a terrible fever.
The battle was lost, lives were lost, but only the life of his son mattered to the king. He didn't even think of the loyal Ser Borys, who had died to cover the wounded prince's escape.