YOUNG and TRAGIC, there’s only so long that the knight of flowers can keep together his steadily cracking mask of indifference and loyalty. he’s sure, by now, that his lord commander KNOWS that he wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t serve, if it wasn’t for his sister marrying the king. in private he made it no secret and it seemed that the kingslayer knew him better than he had first thought.
or perhaps there was a level of understanding that loras would never admit to.
at least tommen was better to serve than joffrey. had the previous lannister king ever raised a hand to margaery loras would have removed his HEAD without a second thought. perhaps that too was obvious. he was NOT the politician in his family, not even close.]
garlan and leonette had left kings landing that morning, at sun rise, and loras was already missing his brother’s presence. calm and reassuring and a much better person to spar against than anyone else.
“ i never claimed to feel any shame in being defeated by my brother.” he might not LIKE be beaten, ever, but loras knew that garlan would always be the more formidable and superior swordsman. he would admit it. for a moment, golden eyes lifted to look at jaime lannister, fingers still trailing along the spines of one of the books that lined the tower of the hand. unsure if the man is trying to goad him or is just interested. “ he is better with a sword than any one else in the seven kingdoms.”
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it was the same feeling anytime he was around the younger knight for more than a moment or anytime he saw that gut deep anger in his eyes, they were far too similar for it too end well for loras tyrell. jaime could not act as a mentor, was not that type of man, and he would not present himself as a warning, if the boy was too dense to see the truth in front of him then it was on him, not jaime. he was old enough to learn his lessons the hard way and the elder man was in no mood to use a gentler touch.
he’d seen the other tyrell’s ride out early this morning, he was finding it more and more difficult to sleep recently and when he’d spotted loras he’d spoken to him without thinking, as he often did and even more often was accused of. truth be told jaime hadn’t meant the words to be harmful, had simply said the first thing that came into his mind.
“ you’re far too easily riled up, ser. “ he keeps his voice as blank as he can but jaime knows he is nowhere near as skilled in such arts as his siblings or father, knows beyond a doubt that the ghost of a smirk still slits across his lips when he looks up from his work to meet the boy’s eyes. “ i imagine it comes as a joy to fight someone who is actually a challenge for you. “ his composure breaks further, loras had done well the only time he and jaime had gone against one another in a tourney, beating him in a way few men had ever done, but jaime mourns the fact that they’ll never get to cross swords.
and he is not foolish enough to think he would ever match the youngest tyrell with his left hand.