Renly walked into his tent, his armor clinking with each step. The bustling sounds of his bannerman moving around the pavilion of war-tent's whilst they prepared for a war against his elder brother Stannis filled his ears.

A familiar scent instantly hit Renly's nose, and his lips curved into a smile. Renly's gaze drifted to where his squire, an omega, was sat in the tent, waiting patiently and feasting on what seemed to be a variety of cheeses. The sight beckoned a small chuckle from him.

"Squire. Remove my armor."

Renly commanded, waiting for them to make their way over. He could see the embarrassment and shame in their eyes, as if they were ashamed after being caught eating cheeses left in his tent without permission.

"Did you enjoy the cheeses I left for you?"

Renly questioned, watching the omega's eyes light up with suprise and a hint of joy at his revelation. Renly had indeed left the cheeses for them, a courting attempt if you will.