Renly had chosen a woman to carry his banner as well, though Brienne hid face and form behind plate armor that gave no hint of her sex. Atop her twelve-foot lance, the crowned stag pranced black-on-gold as the wind off the sea rippled the cloth.
His brother’s greeting was curt. “Lord Renly.”
"King Renly. Can that truly be you, Stannis?"
Stannis frowned. “Who else should it be?”
Renly gave an easy shrug. "When I saw that standard, I could not be certain. Whose banner do you bear?"
Westeros doesn’t have telescopes but I always like to imagine Stannis having a really big one on Dragonstone which he uses to watch his cooler brothers having friends and talking with girls while he grits his teeth