"I want to hear what he has to say. Then I'll make my decision."

Stannis lean on the tree stomp holding his tightly. You knew if he didn't get help immediately he could possibly lose his leg because of infection or worst he could die. The tall woman look at Stannis for a few seconds waiting for his reply.

Stannis spit blood from his mouth leaving a red stain upon his lip, "Renly was my younger brother. I may hated him when Robert decided to give him the stormlands, because I were forgotten. Robert and Ned Stark, they were the heroes, the glorious rebels. Marching from battle to battle, liberating towns from the yoke of the Mad King while I held Storm's End with 500 men. Did you know we had to eat rats, horses, and cats just to keep alive. But still he was my brother. I didn't want to kill him, but he left me ****. I did kill him with black magic. I can own up to that at least. Now if you want to kill me go ahead and do your duty. And you keep out of this." He said pointing to you.