biliki:

“When she wed Lord Renly at Highgarden, I helped
disrobe him for the bedding. His lordship was a well-made man, and lusty. I saw the proof when
we tumbled him into the wedding bed where his bride awaited him as naked as her name day,
blushing prettily beneath the coverlets. Ser Loras had carried her up the steps himself. Margaery
may say that the marriage was never consummated, that Lord Renly had drunk too much wine at
the wedding feast, but I promise you, the bit between his legs was anything but weary when last I
saw it.”