ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

❝ What do you mean, he escaped ? ❞

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His wispy white cloak threatened to slip away as clad armour clung in place. The metal plates clanged and sat at awkward angles as though as serf had donned them. Neither he nor his squire had been given time to properly fasten the clasps before storming the keep.

        “ Your grace.. we know not ʜᴏᴡ.. but we have ᴍᴇɴ searching the castle, ɢᴏᴏᴅ men. ”

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A smile touched the knight’s lips as he curtly bowed to the Queen Mother. She’d been snarling witty crude remarks to him for the better half of the day, though Ser Loras seemed to take little notice of it - he just did as he always had, by smiling and bowing and holding that pretty little head of his far above his shoulders, as though to be taunting the Queen Mother.

Truly, his mind was elsewhere; he thought of a land on the other side of the realm, one oft dark and thunderous but still yet with charm. Ser Loras enjoyed thinking about this space because he didn’t want to forget it, or forget who had shown him.

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The sun was at its highest peak for the day. Ser Loras had eaten an early luncheon with his sister as they had known they’d be busying themselves later. His armour was freshly polished, with a decorated white cloak clasped from shoulder to shoulder, it swayed lightly with each footstep. At the bedchamber door, a hand rapped on the hard wood.

        “ Your grace? ”

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         NOTHING  GETS  PAST   the  faceless  men;   not  true  names,   nor  true  motives  and  feelings.   only  the  best  of  trained  liars  can  even  hope  to  deceive  them           even  so,   they  will  often  hide  their  own  knowledge  from  others’  view,   holding  that  card  back  in  case  it  can  be  played  more  effectively  later  on.   but  here,   jaqen  eyes  the  knight  with  some  interest.    ❝  a  man  could  use  another  taste  of  beer.   a  man  has  a  thirst.  ❞    ser  loras  does  keep  secrets,   he  shows  a  different  identity  than  what  is  sincerely  his  own,   and  that  sort  of  thing  piques  the  interest  of  some  inhabitants  of  the  house  of  black  and  white. 

The several days of constant riding was beginning to toy with the knight and his garrison. Each day their tempers were shortened, but Ser Loras knew not to let his own facade drop. It was his morale which kept his men in high spirits, though tonight the men at the bar seemed to be doing just fine by themselves. They sparred not with battle axes and morning stars, but with jests and banter which, admittedly, did have the knight chuckle at every now and then.

Ser Loras would not have minded for his king’s company this night, had he not been several leagues away. Their separation had come by suggestion of the Queen of Thorns, who had sent Ser Loras to collect the remaining Tyrell bannermen. His thoughts lay with King Renly, and how he might have fared on this moon; was he half as lonesome as the Lord Commander? Ser Loras sipped at his ale, turning only as an unfamiliar voice called to him. The knight quirked an eyebrow.

        “ Many ᴍᴇɴ have a thirst. ”

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It was finally Friday. The week had felt even longer than usual for Loras, it was his first after the accident. For the first few days, he could feel the eyes of hundreds of students piercing his back and watching his every move. He had even heard the whispering of his peers, but, as he always did, Loras ignored them.

School felt different. Everything seemed so noisy and fast and busy, it was giving him a headache; it felt like Loras always had a headache nowadays. He did his best to ignore it and uphold his family’s name, though he may be grieving and still in some pain, Loras carried himself with his chin up, forcing a smile as though it might just stay if he tried hard enough.

Passing through the crowds of students now, far less of them were inclined on staring - the novelty of being the kid who survived the car-crash was already starting to wear off. But not to Loras. To Loras, he was experiencing it in his every move, for every movement still sent little flickers of pain. His doctors were weeding him off his pain medication, but it had never dulled the ache that Renly had left in his chest.

His mind was occupied by his other half’s absence, there was a constant longing for Renly, and so he found himself bumping into another student. His arm, still cradled in a sling, cried out in pain as Loras jolted backwards. A tear struck his eye though he didn’t let it fall.