The Boy is Inside the Man
His lord’s face swam up before him, not the man he was but the boy he had been, standing cold in the shadows while the sun shone on his elder brother. Whatever he did, Robert had done first, and better. Poor boy…he must hurry, for his sake.
“What do the smallfolk say of Renly’s death?”
“They grieve. Your brother was well-loved.”
“Fools love a fool,” grumbled Stannis, “but I grieve for him as well. For the boy he was not the man he grew to be.”