Dyana Tyrell didn't concern herself with what her brother did with Renly Baratheon. She didn't listen to the rumors. Didn't answer anyone's questions. She supposed that the people who asked questions only wanted to know because of morbid curiosity. But she couldn't care less about her brother's so called 'perversion.' Because she at least shared some of it.

While Loras was drawn purely to men, Dyana held interests in both men and women. It was easy enough to keep it a secret; she'd never found a woman that could really keep her interest for long. Handmaidens were too stupid, and noble ladies would reject her advances instantly. But now, there was Sansa Stark. A pretty little thirteen-year-old with blue eyes and red hair. She was so innocent and naïve. Absolutely beautiful.

That was why Dyana found herself making her way to Loras's room. She didn't bother to knock, she simply opened the door. Dyana was greeted with the forms of Renly and Loras, neither wearing shirts and both of them inches away from each other. "Lord Renly," she addressed with a brief chuckle. "I'd like to speak to my brother, please. In private."

Renly practically leaped away from Loras. His face went red as he turned to face the youngest Tyrell. "Dyana," he breathed out.

He brushed past her, picking up his shirt from the floor. He fumbled to put it back on, but the moment he was able to, he ran from the room.

Loras sighed, rolling his eyes at his younger sister. "Seven hells, Ana, can't you knock?" he demanded.

"You would've sent me away," she shrugged with a smirk.

He let out another dramatic sigh. "I was busy."

"Busy trying to fuck the king's little brother?"

"Dyana!"

She laughed at this. "You know that I don't care, Loras. Now, I need to speak to you."

He nodded, moving toward his bed and pulling on his shirt. "What is it?" he asked.

"Sansa Stark."

"What about her?"

Dyana bit her lip, looking at the floor. "She's the most beautiful girl I've ever encountered."

Loras looked at his sister. "You're mad," he stated.

"I know I am, Loras, thank you for that astute observation."

He chuckled at that. "Gods, Dyana, what has gotten into you?"

"Love. Lust. Can't tell the difference, really," she answered.

"I'll tell you the difference. Do you want to marry her, or do you want to fuck her?"

Dyana thought a moment. "I don't know."

Loras shrugged. "Then I suppose I can't tell the difference."

"What use are you, then?" she mocked.

"I am an excellent big brother."

She rolled her eyes. "I suppose," she muttered.

Loras sat down on his bed, stretching his arms. "Find Renly for me," he instructed. "Send him back here."

Dyana let out a laugh. "As you wish."

She turned, leaving his bedroom.

Dyana found Renly not far from Loras's room, leant against the wall and playing with a loose thread on his shirt. "You can return to my brother, now, Lord Renly," she said.

Renly smiled awkwardly. "Thank you, Dyana."

He turned, hurrying off toward Loras's chambers.

The next morning, Renly was going on a hunt with Robert. Barristan Selmy was joining them, along with Robert's squire, a Lannister cousin called Lancel. Loras was somewhat upset that Renly was leaving, but he could hide this well. He spent most of his time sparring.

When Renly, Robert, and the rest of the hunting party returned, it was not a happy reunion. Robert was injured. Gored by a boar. He was going to die, and that meant Joffrey would be the king. But Eddard Stark had done something.

Something that was not good.

He'd declared Joffrey illegitamate. Cersei's bastard with her twin brother, Jaime.

Just after Robert's death, Loras, Dyana, and Renly fled with anyone that supported them, some fifty retainers. Renly declared himself the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. Because of Loras, Renly had the Tyrells backing him. Mace planned on sending soldiers, as well as Margaery.

Before leaving the Red Keep, Dyana left a letter at the door of Sansa Stark. It was a simple letter, a simple farewell to a girl she had had one conversation with. Simple and sweet, but with a final line that Dyana left entirely to Sansa's interpretation.

Love, Dyana Tyrell 'The Princess of Petals.'

Dyana didn't know if or when she'd return to King's Landing. All she knew was that they were going to Storm's End, the castle Robert had given Renly after the Rebellion.

There was one other thing that Dyana knew.

Renly declared himself king.

And all kings need queens.