"No, but it has become more obvious that he is losing his restraint." Renly had been so calm and collected at the start of the war, bolstered by the hope of his troops and the certainty of his cause. Now, after three years of war and the transfer of admiration from Renly to Robb, the Stag King had lost his hope and turned bitter. He had no heir, no real experience or knowledge of warfare, as well as no resources of his own.

It was almost predictable for him to be pushed to this level, but it didn't change her anger that he would harm Robb this way. Petty jealousy was ugly in him.

"I'm not," she murmured. "I was placed in the middle of it by my own decisions." What some might call bad judgement, but because it gave her Cassana, she called it fate. "He can't hurt me. He has too much to lose if he tried."

She turned her hand, curling it around his as it was pressed to his cheek. "They won't know. This is the only way we can see each other now." She smiled sadly. "Unless you come to High Garden."