[The battle had gone well, from what Renly had heard. He had been there, of course, to rally the men and show a strong front, but more out of the thick of it since... Well, he was never as much of a warrior as Robert. Good soldiers don't always make good kings, though. He had given the men some inspiration, done a little fighting, and had been mostly kept safe.

He was laughing with a couple of the bannermen, helmet under his arm and armor already shucked by his squire, when the news came that the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard had suffered an injury in the battle. That had been all it took to excuse himself subtly, making the excuse that he should go check on his dear wife's brother for her, and hurried off to the tent where they would have Loras.

What he walked in to find made his stomach turn - there was so much blood! - but he tried to keep the horror off his face.] How is Ser Loras? Please work quickly. No doubt the Queen will wish to visit her brother and I would hate for her to see this much blood.