Renly Baratheon (selfcrownedking) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-10 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, loras tyrell, renly baratheon |
Who: Renly Baratheon and Loras Tyrell plus Dream!Robert Baratheon, Dream!Lancel Lannister and Dream!Barristan Selmy
When: Tuesday, April 9th. Late Evening
Where: Woods near King's Landing and Renly's beach house
What: Renly wakes, frantic, after a dream
Rating: R for mentions of blood and gore and one reference to sexual activity
Status: Complete
Renly scowled as he traipsed through the woods, following close behind Robert as he babbled, drunkenly about his Glory Days and Making the Eight. Hunting was the last thing Renly had an desire to do and wished that he was back at King's Landing with Loras; then he wouldn't be subjected to constant questions about how many women he'd bedded and he certainly wouldn't have to watch how horribly Robert treated his squire. Part of him felt bad for Lancel Lannister. He never would have treated Loras like that and not just because he loved him, but because it simply wasn't necessary. Lancel was just a boy and obviously doing his best. As far as Renly was concerned, Robert didn't need anymore wine, but it would be amusing to watch him try and hunt, as drunk as he was.
"You ever fuck a Riverlands girl?" Robert asked, clearly speaking to Renly.
Gripping the spear he held a little tighter, Renly shrugged, "Once, I think." This was getting more difficult each time Robert got onto this topic. He wished that he didn't have to hide, but he knew that it was safest for him and Loras this way.
It was obvious, in his tone, that Robert didn't believe him. "You think? I think you'd remember. Back in our day you weren't a real man until you'd fucked one girl from each of the seven kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it Making the Eight."
Renly sighed as they continued walking, "Those were some lucky girls." Robert then asked Selmy if he'd ever made the eight to which he responded that he hadn't.
"Those were the days," Robert and Renly clearly differed on what they thought constituted good days to reflect on and Renly voiced his opinion, fed up with his brother at this point.
"Which days, exactly? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that, when dragons burned whole cities to the ground?"
"Easy boy. You might be my brother but you're speaking to the King" Robert growled.
He couldn't take any more of this, "I suppose it was all rather heroic if you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your prick inside and Make The Eight." The sound of Lancel's voice, asking Robert if he wanted more wine was his only response as he stalked off.
Never again was Renly going to go on another hunting trip with Robert. Loras was right. Robert wasn't fit to be King. Renly would make a far better King than his older brother, if only it were at all possible.
For the remainder of the day, Renly walked as far from the rest of the Hunting Party was he could so as not to have to listen to Robert. It wasn't long before they finally came across a wild boar, unfortunately Lancel had obeyed Robert's every demand for more wine and was quite drunk by then. Spear in hand and wobbly on his feet, Robert went for it, but the boar charged and won.
It all happened so fast that Renly couldn't have done anything to prevent it and before he knew it, Robert was on the ground, blood quickly staining his clothes. Forgetting how angry he'd been at him only a few hours earlier, Renly was on the ground next to him, blood staining his hands and getting onto his own clothes.
"Robert!" Renly gasped, sitting up in bed, sweat covering his chest and torso, his hair sticking to the back of his neck. Chest heaving as he fought to slow his breathing, Renly quickly realized that he wasn't in the woods, but in his own bedroom, Loras next to him. Robert's blood wasn't on his hands despite the fact that it felt like it should. It had been a dream. A very real dream and if Renly shut his eyes again, he could see the boar as he ripped into Robert's side.