The Stag

You sat at a round table waiting Ned Stark, Jon Arryn, and Robert Baratheon, your distant counsin, to join the council meeting. They was the leaders of this rebellion and you had to wait on them to see what will they decide to do in the war. You sat next to Renly the most talkative Baratheon. He was messing with a dagger while chatting with a young lord. He sat across Stannis who was the secondest oldest Baratheon even though he look like the oldest since he was balding. He shoo the cupbearer away from him wanting a clear head for this strategists meeting.

You watch the door impatiently tapping your foot against the dusty stone floor. The talking and chatting beginning to annoy you as you wait. You look ariund the room looking at the Baratheon sigils flags mounting every inch of the grey stone walls, The cool summer breeze dance around the room because the windows was all open. It seen like Robert enoy the cool air.

Your head sanp to the door to see...