"Inasmuch as you, Renly Baratheon, and you, Loras Tyrell, have thus consented in matrimony and have witnessed the same before family and friends, by virtue of the authority vested in me as a Officiant and the laws of this state, I now pronounce you married." The Officiant pauses to beam at the grooms before he pronounces, "You may seal your marriage with a kiss!"

Brienne wipes a tear off her face as she sees the two men share a look, and when they kiss, she lets out a whoop and claps enthusiastically, and everyone else follows suit.

"Gods, I can't believe Renly is finally married," she tells Tormund as the cheering subsides. "I'm so happy for him!"

"As you should be," he smiles, then gently dries her face with his thumb. "I'm sure he appreciates it. He seems to be a good lad."

"Oh, he's amazing! Can't wait to introduce you to him."

She has told him pretty much everything about one of her dearest friends now, who she had met at high school. Both teenagers had had a hard time there - Brienne for her looks, and Renly, for being gay. On one occasion she had spotted him being hit by a group of bullies and, without thinking twice, she ran to his rescue, throwing them some punches of her own - good thing she already was very tall by then. Afterwards she took him to nursery to clean his wounds, and that was when their friendship flourished.

From that point on, they were practically inseparable, and they would always protect each other from those who were mean to them. They have never lost touch with each other, not even after they went on to separate ways. So it was a lovely surprise for Brienne to receive Renly's invitation to his wedding to Loras, who he met at college.

Brienne confides quietly, "Also, I'm glad his brothers came to the wedding. I kind of feared they wouldn't."

"And why's that?" Tormund frowns. "They're his family. They're supposed to be here, no?"

"Well, it's a little complicated," she sighs. "Robert and Stannis weren't very accepting of Renly being gay in the beginning, but, according to him, they've seen how happy he is with Loras, so I guess everything is alright now."

Brienne and Tormund pause their chat as they spot Mr. and Mr. Baratheon-Tyrell happily walk down the aisle. She blows them a kiss and he gives them two thumbs up, to which Renly answers with another blown kiss as Loras waves at them.

Tormund turns his attention back to Brienne and says, "That's good to know. I hope they will be very happy."

"Me too, Tormund," she smiles and kisses him on his lips.

As the guests leave their seats and head for the reception, she wraps her arm around his shoulders, he wraps his around her waist and they follow the crowd. A few moments after they find a table and take their seats, Renly and Loras finally arrive and the guests start cheering the couple. They thank everyone for being here and sharing this happy moment with them. The best man's speech makes everybody burst into laughter and also get emotional. Meanwhile, Brienne's mind takes her back to the good times she had with Renly, and she beams to herself, until a distant voice interrupts her thoughts:

"-tsbane," Tormund utters; to her or to himself, she is not sure.

She quickly turns her head to look at him. "I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, I was just… thinking out loud," he replies.

Brienne wants to leave it be, but she feels her curiosity get the best of her. "About what?"

He hesitates for a few seconds, then offers, "I was wondering... How does Tarth-Giantsbane sound to you?"

"What?" she blurts out, confused. "What are you on about?"

The red haired man places his arm around her shoulder. "It's just that I find it cool that Renly and Loras have combined their last names, and I think I should very much like to take yours, since you'd have to take mine," he reveals, his face slightly flushed.

"Oh, darling, that's… very sweet of you," the blonde woman's voice falters, being caught off guard by his words. "I mean, taking a woman's last name - how many men would do that?"

"Well, I would," he answers with one of his leers. "So do you like it?"

"Tarth-Giantsbane." She pauses to consider his suggestion. The combined last names roll easily off her tongue. "Well, come to think of it… it doesn't sound bad. I rather like it," she decides.

"Glad you think so, love," he says and brands her with a gentle kiss.

They concentrate again on the best man, who finishes his speech and proposes a toast to Loras and Renly, and all the guests stand up, raise their glasses and drink to their happiness. Only when Brienne sits down and places her glass on the table does the penny drop. She slowly turns her head and arches one eyebrow at Tormund.

"You're not actually proposing to me, are you, Tormund?"

He does not reply; instead he only grins, not looking back at her.

"Tormund," she presses, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Yes, love?" he asks in an innocent voice.

"Are you proposing to me or not?"

Tormund laughs that rumbling laugh of his. "What, and steal the spotlight from the newlyweds? Come on, Brienne. I wouldn't do that!"

"Right," she mutters after she stares at him with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. No, he would not do that. Not right now, anyway. I mean, I love him and he's a wonderful man and we've been living together for a while now, but I don't think I'm cut to be his wi-

"Look, it's the grooms first dance time!" he announces with a nod at their direction.

Brienne blinks a few times, trying to get back to Earth. "Oh. Sweet!"

Tormund holds out his hand to her and speaks sweetly, "I would love to have this one with you, Brienne. Can I?"

She shoots him a suspicious side-glance. "No proposals?"

He laughs again and shakes his head, but promises nonetheless, "No proposals. Only a dance."

"Good," she giggles and takes his hand. Not that she would say no to Tormund; it is just that she has yet to get used to the idea of being somebody's wife, which, for some time in her past, she never thought she could be.