Oberyn pulled out his spear, and Renly slipped to the ground, blood pouring from his right shoulder. He raised his head and looked at Oberyn, whose lips held a smile. There was no fear in his blue eyes, only a strange calm.
"Red Viper, kill me," Renly said with a self-mocking smile. "I have no intention of clinging to life anyway."
Oberyn watched him in silence for a moment before speaking. "At least you have some backbone. You haven't disgraced your blood as the last Baratheon."
He did not hesitate. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his spear and aimed it at Renly's chest. After all, Viserys had written to him earlier, saying he could decide for himself whether Renly lived or died.
He would not give up this chance to avenge Elia just because of how Renly was acting now.
"For Elia," he said, and thrust his spear.
The spear plunged down.
Renly Baratheon, Duke of Storm's End, the self-proclaimed Storm King and the last of the Baratheon bloodline, died there on the walls of Storm's End.
His blood flowed down through the cracks, mingling with that of the soldiers of the Stormlands and the Rainbow Guard to form a little red stream.
His eyes remained open, gazing at the gray sky beyond Storm's End, that faint smile still lingering on his face.
Brienne was still pinned firmly to the ground. Forced to watch Renly die, she let out a heartrending howl. Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly, she struggled violently, throwing off the two soldiers holding her shoulders.
A Dornish soldier hurriedly swung his sword at her legs. Without even looking, she kicked the sword out of his hand, then smashed a fist into his face. The crack of his nose