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Some would say that serving was all he was good for. But it was something he truly did not mind. And he was more than happy to serve.His family was well provided for in their new keep; even though it was not fully complete.
Though he would see his fortune as just having been lucky, he had been truly blessed to have come into Stannis Baratheon's service. He'd thought that he would never meet someone like him again. That was, until he met the boy.
Gendry. Ser Gendry of the Hollow Hill. The new Lord Baratheon of Storm's End. Though he won't admit it, he's a true Baratheon like his father and uncle. There was never any doubt that he wasn't one with his dark hair and rich blue eyes. He can certainly be stubborn as Stannis at times. He and his little wife. But certainly willing to see reason most of the time.
He had only seen his father, King Robert, a scarce few times in his life, he does have somethings of him. Things he would probably deny but were there. He was undeniably a warrior through and through.Tall, strong and powerful, and muscled like a maiden's fantasy. Rather rash at times and a wee bit impatient too. With his own bull's head helm, he looked like a horned demon. He even used his father's old warhammer when Stannis had taken it from the Red Keep's armory and deemed him worthy enough to give it to him. More often than not, he'd use a six foot long silver bright blade with runes decorated with ruby eyes on its pommel, and has a chunk of dragonglass carved in the shape of a grinning skull.
With the way he liked to go out on to the Stag of the Sea, he had Stannis' love of the sea in him too. With that strength of his, he'd have made a great deckhand or oarsmen. He certainly doesn't thirst for battle like his father. He's seen that war is not all about honour and glory like Stannis had. A bit too blunt and coarse with his speech but amiable and approachable enough with a certain easy charm. He must've gotten that part from Renly.
It was rather surprising that he would become the Lord of Storm's End. Especially him. But when he and Stannis had met and fought together in the War of the Night, as the commonfolk called it, he had been willing to grant him the Baratheon name and titles that came with it. And the people themselves were quite impressed by him, not simply because he was a Baratheon.
The boy, no, man now, is a true leader of men. Having commanded and lead men themselves. He understood duty much like his uncle did. He even looked a bit like him at times if he squinted really hard with his close-cropped beard he'd often adorn on his face. But half the time, he left himself clean-shaven.
But the boy was all seriousness when acting and dealing with the other lords. Half the time, he was rather amiable and smiling with his wife, friends and household. He had even been personally squiring his youngest son; named Stannis surprisingly enough. When he was like this, he reminded him so of his four lost eldest sons; Dale, Allard, Matthos and Maric. The bouts they had gotten into. It made him miss Devan more. Though, he knew he was serving his king well as the second - youngest Kingsguard. It made him miss Shireen, although he knew that she was happy with the new Lord of Horn HIll, and Edric was close by in Brightwater to contact and protect her if need be. And they were all welcome to visit and stay for a while.
Tis' truly a shame that he had been born and bred the way he had been. A bigger shame that he spent little time with Stannis as well. Whether he'd be a trueborn son of either Robert or Stannis, he knew that he'd be a son they'd be most proud of. I know that I'm proud of him.