House Baratheon-Donddarion of Storm's End
Renly Baratheon-Donddarion, at Black Harbour
Renly smiled at the Lord-Mayor "I don't know about that my lord. Have you ever seen a Stormlander fight? With these picked men-at-arms and knights, I could take any fortress in Westeros, Essos, Ulthos and the Summer Isles." The Lord said, smiling as he did and waving a hand back towards his troops. "Those halberds and the men holding them could but the fear of the Gods in to the Warrior himself." He unslung the heavy war-axe from his back "And with this weapon, I could cleave open the gates of all Seven Heavens." The young Baratheon said, laughing slightly. Renly liked this young Lord, he seemed funny and clever, but most of all he liked the position of his town and the ships he could muster.
Renly looked out in to the Blackwater Bay "I have never seen so many ships in my life. After all, few ships dare to sail the waters of Shipbarker Bay, and with good reason. I wonder how many ships you have here?" he said, then almost to himself, but just loud enough for Lord Lyric to hear "I wonder how many could fight...". Since Renly had been old enough to hold a war-axe he had been indoctrinated with a hatred of the Martell's, and quite rightly so. How many castles had they taken from the Baratheons? How many Stormknights had been rendered homeless but Martell edicts? and most of all, what glories and power had been stolen from the Baratheons by the Dragon Queen? Since Renly had known what war and tactics were he had been planning ways to get back what was rightfully Baratheon, both the lost Castles...and more, much more.
Lord Renly turned from the Rush back towards the Lord-Mayor "I am afraid I and my six knights will not be able to stay the night. I had hoped we would be able to stay but my timetable is constricted and I will have to sail for Winterfell tonight. However my best friend, closest adviser and half-brother, Edric Dondarrion, Lord of Griffin's Roost and rightful Lord of Blackheaven, and three other Stormknights, Ser Robb of Greenstone, Ser Jon of Darkhall and Ser Jaime of Mistwood, as well as their men-at-arms shall stay here for two nights to enjoy the pleasures of you town." . Lord Renly slapped the Lord-Mayor on the back and stepped on to the waiting Longboat to take him to the Bar Emmon war Dromond. "Now, my knights and Lord, to Wintefell.". Renly saluted the Lord-Mayor of Black Hrbour and said "I shall invite you to Storm's End, it is time you saw a real fortress" he shouted, laughing and smiling as he did.
House Baratheon-Donddarion of Storm's End
To: Dearest Brother, Garlan Tyrell
I will be more than happy to host you, and I am sure my Lord husband feels the same. Whenever you need it, Storm End is yours. It has been seven years since we last saw each other and I am most looking forward to seeing you again. My son, your nephew, Stannis, is also very excited at meeting his famous uncle.
My husband will be at Winterfell as well with his greatest knights, I hope you too meet and get along.
Love you elder sister,
Lady Elinor Baratheon-Dondarrion-Tyrell, Lady of the Stormlands and the Reach.