#stannismonth

[kingoffrownsandscowls]

Having a little writing frenzy at the moment...

Glimpse - a series of one-shots for Stannis Month.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5110301/chapters/11756945

[pian-ran]

Happiness

Stannis Month: Stannis + Happiness & Family

Lord Stannis Baratheon paced back and forth restlessly, outside his lady wife’s chambers.  Waiting.

He winced at an especially loud wail coming from inside.

He knew his lady was in good hands, Maester Cressen had been like a father to him and he was sure he would take care of his wife and babe. Still, Stannis couldn’t help but be worried, Selyse had many miscarriages in the past. He feared for her life.

He couldn’t say he loved her, that would be a lie, but in the time they had been married he grew fond of her and he did not wish any harm to befall her or their child.

His child.

I am going to be a father.

His wife’s shrieks of pain grew louder and he ground his teeth to keep himself from barging into the chambers, even when his presence would be most useless in this case.

After what felt like a lifetime, Maester Cressen came out of his wife’s chambers, smiling.

“Congratulations my lord, you have a daughter.”

When he entered his lady’s chambers he found her reclining on her pillows, cradling a bundle to her chest. She seemed exhausted but still alert and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

She looked up and gave him a small tired smile, pride shining in her eyes.

“Come and meet your daughter, my lord.”

He approached the bed slowly, listening to the child’s small whimpers while Selyse tried to shush her.

He got closer and saw his now silent daughter peering up at him curiously. She had a tuft of black hair and blue stormy eyes, like his own. She looked just like him, like his own father and like every Baratheon before her. She was the most beautiful thing Stannis had seen. His daughter.

“Do you wish to hold her, my lord?” his wife asked softly. He glanced at her unsure, and she gave him a small encouraging smile.

He sat down in a chair at the bedside and extended his arms hesitantly, Selyse placed the babe there, delicately. He held her in his arms gingerly as if she was made of glass, like something precious. She is, she is precious. My daughter.

And after a long time, since his parents went to the sea to never return, he allowed himself to smile.

He sat there, still gazing at her daughter in wonder when his wife spoke.

“What are you going to call her, my lord?”

“Shireen” he responded, quietly.

Selyse nodded tiredly and closed her eyes, allowing sleep to take her. He reached out a hand and carefully brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. Rest, he thought. You have given me a great joy.

He looked down at the infant in his arms, her blue eyes fluttering closed too and he knew that indeed, it was so.  For the first time in years he felt joy, he felt happy.

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[bitchfromtheseventhhell]

“master of...ships?” stannis does not bother keeping derision out of his voice and he looks between robert and jon arryn.  jon arryn does not seem overly pleased himself.

robert claps him on the shoulder.  stannis hates the way robert always claps him on the shoulder when he’s trying to prove his own correctness.  “what better man?  my own brother, whose holdfast is right in the middle of blackwater bay.”

“because you gave storm’s end to renly,” stannis mutters under his breath.

robert hears him.  he can see it in the way that his eyes roll slightly not this argument again, they seem to say, will you never let it go? they seem to say.  “look, you’ll be a good master of ships.  build up the royal fleet so we won’t need to rely on those damned redwynes if ever we need to sail.”

“i’m sure your goodfather would provide ships from his ports,” stannis says stonily.

“aye, but i want my own fleet.  king robert’s hammer.  lady lyanna,” his eyes go misty for a moment, the way they always do.  stannis waits for it to pass.  “and you’ll be at the head of it.  just think, stannis, the head of the greatest fleet westeros will have ever seen.”

“i think i’d be better suited for master of laws,” stannis says, turning to jon arryn, hoping that the king’s hand will see reason.  “i’m hardly a sailor, but i am well versed in the law.”  jon arryn heaves a sigh and looks at robert.

“we need someone older than you,” robert sighs.  “someone the realm will feel safe with, at least for a time.  i was thinking...our uncle of estermont, or perhaps lord tarth.  and then in a few years we’ll switch it over.   you’re too young now.”

“a few years?” stannis says.  he can abide anything for a few years, he supposes.  if robert truly means it, and doesn’t give the position to renly as he gave him storm’s end.  robert nods.  “all right then,” he sighs.

“there! that’s settled,” robert booms happily, clapping stannis on the shoulder again.  “a good day’s work well done,” and he strolls away with a spring in his step.

stannis watches him go, then glances at jon arryn.  “it’s for the best,” jon says, though he sounds as though he doesn’t necessarily believe it.  stannis grits his teeth.  

[pian-ran]

Stannis Month: Quotes + Shippy Relationship

Stannis/Melisandre

[247reader]

I will (hopefully) have this done by tomorrow. 

[flamecrownedstag]

my sad starving stag king

[dreaming-of-imladris]

Stannis Baratheon/Sansa Stark - Modern AU

[pian-ran]

Stannis Month: The One True Stubble