#loras tyrell 01

[ofmargaery]

She had always been at ease in public settings when her genuine love of people tended to make all interactions at least somewhat bearable. But the tension in the room was so palpable and so thick that even her soft smiles and sweet words couldn’t cut through it. Still, she had done her best to loosen some of the tension wherever possible - after all this was supposed to be a wedding, unexpected guests aside the newlyweds deserved to enjoy it.  But her ability to see the good in others did not mean that she was blind to their flaws and she couldn’t shake the suspicious that something was bound to go wrong sooner or later.

Perhaps that was why she was so quick to find her brother but she knew she would make a beeline towards him no matter the occasion. “Loras.” His name slipped from rosy lips like a sigh of relief, hand reaching up to touch his shoulder lightly. Expression was kept neutral but there was an undeniable hint of concern in her voice as lyrical tones left her. “I do hope this evening isn’t going the way that I think it will.”

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[ofnightscng]

Days had past since the kidnapped had been returned to them after a carefully orchestrated attack from the mind of some Westerlander had been carried out. He supposed that they perhaps owed some thanks but he had seen how they had all put petty squabbles and their own egos above uniting until Renly had spoken up. Perhaps it was his own bias but he thought if anyone should get some credit it was the Baratheon. If he hadn’t spoken up he believed that there was every chance there would still be arguments now instead o the the rescue having been carried out successfully.

He knew its success meant that Loras Tyrell was back within the camp again although likely under the watchful eye of his family and their maesters but he had not considered going to see him himself. Although that was something of a lie, the notion had crossed his mind only for him quickly decide that he did not wish to see someone he almost considered a friend in that sort of state. Knowing what he did of the other man’s pride, he was certain that the Tyrell would not have thanked him for the visit either.

Busy unsaddling his horse, a glance over his shoulder told him that he had no need to seek the man out when he had already found his way back to their camp. “I see you are back then.” Gruff, blunt words left his lips betraying none of the relief that he felt that the Knight of Flowers had emerged from his capture whole enough to recover. When he did privately acknowledge such feelings he dismissed them as simple relief for his Ruling Lord and claimed that it was only selfishness that he would not have to deal with a grieving Baratheon. 

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