King Renly Baratheon sat in his tent, pouring over old maps and ancient strategies, trying to imagine any way to outdo his brother, Stannis. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Renly had no battle experience at all. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. Then his tent flaps opened, and in strode The Knight of Flowers, Loras Tyrell. Renly smiled immediately. "Thank the seven you're here Loras. I'm stressed out of my mind.
"Glad to be of help my king" Loras said, then smirked. Renly laughed and pulled Loras to him. They kissed deeply and passionately, only stopping because they couldn't breathe anymore. "Gods I've missed your mouth" Renly said. It had been weeks since they had been alone together. Loras walked over and poured them both a glass of Dornish wine, then set to removing his armor. "You know you'll not outmaneuver him Renly. You'll just have to overtake them with sheer force of numbers."
"Yes Loras, i know. But I think we both know that you aren't here just to counsel me on battle" he smirked and took the wine. He drank it all in one drink. "I think you came to fuck your beloved Stag into the bed"
