The only way we might is if I talk to him, but I don't know how to make him see. He's never much liked me, not even when we were boys. Not since Robert gave me Storm's End, and if he won't get over a grudge he held against me when I was seven years old, how will he possibly listen? [Stannis never forgets, he never gives up. Sometimes they're good qualities, but sometimes Renly wishes Stannis would just bend the knee and fight alongside him as brothers should. As Robert never did with them.] I could name him Master of Laws. He would no doubt enjoy the pedantic bureaucracy. [He doesn't comment on giving him Storm's End. Renly loves his family's ancestral home, and though it might soothe some ruffled feathers, he isn't sure if he wants to give it up, not when he could give it to any second or third son he may have.]

Do you think the Starks will be more responsive? Robb Stark will demand the North, no doubt. Is it worth it, I wonder, to divide the kingdom thusly to win it? [He exhales softly and takes a sip of wine.]

But we can leave this for later. For now we should celebrate your victory.