❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜
“What you need to forget, sister, is this notion that this someone must be a king.” Loras knew, at its root, that it was their father’s idea, and Margaery was merely going along with it to make him happy. The Knight of the Flowers could not fault that, considering he had done the same to fill their father’s desire for a knightly son.
Margaery was so loyal to her family, the little rose of Highgarden in every way, and kindness was the only way she knew. Kindness to others, far before herself. “I cannot wait to see the day I see love, real love, in your eyes for a man who loves you back. I will welcome him as though he has always been brother, whether he be the highest lord in all the land, or a mere stableboy with nothing to his name.”
“It is not ridiculous, or childish. And I pray to the Maiden every day that it will be soon.” Loras took his sister’s dainty hands in his, clasping them tight in his own in an attempt to reassure her. If there was one thing he believed in, it was love, after all.