Renly was dead. Stabbed through the heart. Many of the people were accusing Brienne, but she had fled with Catelyn Stark. She could not defend herself against these claims. Everyone at the camp was in a frenzy.

The Tyrell siblings found themselves staring down at Renly's corpse. Loras was sat beside the stretcher. His face was devoid of emotion. He was in shock.

Margaery paced the tent. "We need to go home," she stated. "Loras."

"Let him grieve for a moment," Dyana told her sister.

"My lord, my ladies," Petyr's voice suddenly spoke up.

He stepped into the tent. "Get out," Loras hissed.

But Petyr ignored him. "Stannis will be here in an hour. When he arrives, Renly's bannermen will flock to him. Your former companions will fight for the privilege of selling you to their new king."

Loras suddenly drew his sword, stepping toward Petyr. "And you want that privilege for yourself," he snapped.

"You will note that I am standing here talking to you. Not Stannis," Petyr said, unfazed by the sword aimed at his face.

Margaery took Loras by the shoulder, shoving him away from Petyr. "There's no time for this," she said.

"Ride back to Highgarden, sister," Loras stated. "I'm not running from Stannis."

"Brienne of Tarth murdered Renly."

"I don't believe that. You don't believe that. Dyana doesn't believe that. Who gained the most from our king's death?"

"Stannis," Petyr said.

Loras's anger grew. "I will put a sword through his righteous face," he snapped.

"You can't stay here," Dyana told her brother.

"He would have been a true king, a good king," Loras said.

He lowered beside Renly's corpse once more. "Tell me, Ser Loras," Petyr said, "what do you desire most in this world?"

Loras's response was simple, and full of loathing. "Revenge."

"I have always found that to be the purest of motivations, but you won't have a chance to put your sword through Stannis, not today. You'll be cut to pieces before he sets foot on solid ground. If it is justice that you want, be smart about it."

Margaery joined Petyr in the convincing. "You can't avenge him from the grave," she stated, moving toward him and taking his shoulder. "Bring the horses. Please."

She ran her fingers through his curls in a calming manner.

Loras took another look at Renly before he got to his feet, putting his sword away. He left the tent without a word.

Dyana and Margaery were left with Petyr, who stepped toward the pair. "He was very handsome," Dyana said.

"He was, Your Grace," Petyr agreed.

"'Your Grace.' Just because you call yourself a king it doesn't mean you are one. If that were the case, there'd be thousands of kings. But if Renly wasn't a king, then I wasn't a queen."

"Do you want to be a queen?"

Dyana scoffed. "No, I never did. That's Margaery's dream more than mine," she said, nodding toward her elder sister.

"Well," Petyr said. "Margaery. Do you want to be a queen?"

Margaery shook her head. "No," she said. "I want to be the queen."

She looked at Petyr, who gave a smile.

With the bulk of Renly's men flocking to Stannis, Dyana became worried. What were she and her siblings to do? She could go to Stannis, too. He wouldn't kill her, she was just a girl who was helping her family. Surely he'd understand that. He'd understand that she wasn't trying to be a traitor. She was doing what her father had commanded. She'd found a husband, and whether or not that was the right husband was entirely up to Stannis to decide.

But Dyana wouldn't do that. She wouldn't go to Stannis. Because, when the time came, they'd be going to King's Landing.

Stannis would be landing at the Red Keep soon.

If the Tyrell siblings could rally their soldiers in time and have Loras sweep in to save the day, then their family would be the heroes. Joffrey was sure to reward them, and the highest rewards for members of a noble family were things that Dyana knew very well. Marriage and betrothal.

King Joffrey was fifteen and unwed.

If he so pleased, there could again be choice of Dyana or Margaery. Dyana hoped that it would fall upon Margaery to be the one to wed the foul boy-king. Her sister was always the better one at holding her temper.

The only thing Dyana wanted in King's Landing was Sansa Stark.

It had been a year since their only interaction had occurred, and still, Dyana couldn't stop thinking of her. Was she safe? What had Joffrey done to her while Dyana was gone?

But she couldn't let those thoughts distract her.

She needed to keep her mind on the plan.

She had to do it for her family.

For Loras, and Margaery, and Mace, and Olenna.

So when the time came, and the Battle of the Blackwater was fought and won, Loras made sure that the Tyrell's army was front and center.

The city was saved.

And finally, Dyana Tyrell returned to King's Landing.