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Cat and I say you should write it. XD

It all started when Margaery had commented on one fabled door being the one to Loras' room at King's Landing.

 They had been walking up to one of the sun rooms with Margaery's handmaids to enjoy lemon cakes and other fine treats, when they hustled past an unassuming door, regular in size and with nothing outwardly different about it.

 "I do believe that is my brother's room," Margaery had said. Sansa stopped a moment to stare at it, heart beating a little faster as she thought about the possibility that Ser Loras spent most of his time in that room at night. She wondered, briefly, what his room would be like. Elegant, no doubt, fitting of a warrior, with tools to keep his weapons clean on the desk, perhaps a bit of parchment beside the cleaning cloth where he'd write down his inner-most thoughts. The bed... The thought of Ser Loras' bed made Sansa blush a deep crimson, and she was thankful when the other girls hurried her along and away from the door.

 But no matter how hard she tried to forget about its location, the knowledge that she knew where he slept and spent his restful moments refused to leave her. She wanted to see what his room looked like-- just a peek. It could not hurt, could it? She inquired about it with Margaery one day, trying to make it seem as if she was interested in the view more than anything else. Margaery most likely knew, a twinkle in her eyes, but she nodded and said the next time that they met, she'd show her the 'view'.

 When the day came, Sansa was overjoyed. She'd spent the week thinking about it-- a good distraction from all of the negatives that seemed to pervade her thoughts as she strolled through the castle that housed all of her nightmares. And her dreams, ever since the Tyrells arrived at King's Landing. Hurrying up the steps towards the room, she tried to keep herself from wringing her hands too much, and smiled along with Margaery's conspiratorial smirk as she opened the door and let Sansa in.

  It was a breathtaking room. Well, actually, it wasn't much different than all of the other rooms in King's Landing. The bed was large and wooden, the blankets on it the colour of cream with gold trim. There was a desk, as she'd suspected there would be, but it was mostly bare, save for a brush and a rose brooch that shone in the sun. But the feeling of the room was different. It smelled of rose perfume and leather, and Sansa wondered if that was what Loras' hair smelled like. There was an easy comfort in the sparsity of it all, and she stepped further in, Margaery closing the door behind her.

 "Do you like the view?" Margaery asked, breaking Sansa's train of thought as she went to touch the edge of the bed.

 The view-- of course. "I-It is very lovely," she said, "it is much nicer than I had suspected it would be." She tried to keep her attention on the window and the rather ordinary view, but her eyes drifted over to the large oak closet in the corner. His clothing must be in there-- all those crisp whites that King's Guards wore. She wonder what is clothing felt like-- would they be soft under her touch?

 "It is lovely," Margaery agreed, and Sansa could hear a knowing tone in her voice. Of course Margaery knew-- she always knew, it seemed. Smiling shyly, Sansa was going to suggest they leave, when they heard steps behind the door.

 "Hide!" Margaery commanded, and pulled open the closet doors before gently shoving Sansa into it. Sansa had little time to react before she was pressed up against the soft cottons and smooth silks, the door shutting on her before Ser Loras' voice broke through.

 "Margaery!"

 "Hello, brother!"

 Sansa blushed a deep red, and tried to stay still. It was awfully hard, her face pressed against one of his fine dining shirts-- smooth and soft against her cheek. It smelled of lemons... Sansa loved lemons. She could only imagine what it would feel like to be pressed up against this shirt while Ser Loras wore it. How it would rise and fall with each breath he took, how it would cover his lithe, graceful frame...

 She found herself daydreaming, and lost track of the hurried conversation that was taking place until it was too late.

 "Loras, you should really--"

 The doors of the closet were thrown open, and Sansa grasped one of the sleeves to balance herself as she almost tumbled out of the closet. Holding on for dear life, she could hear a rip, and let out a horrified gasp before she was in the embrace of strong arms.

 She did not dare look to see who had caught her, and instead pushed herself up as quickly as possible. His heat still lingered on her, and she tried her hardest not to blush or cry or stutter as she turned around to face Ser Loras. He looked terrible confused, arms still held out slightly, in the same pose he'd used to catch her. Try as she might, she could not seem to speak properly, eyes locked with his own beautiful hazel.

 "I... I... Ser Loras... I mean... I will fix the shirt I ripped."

 "I'm sure he's damaged his clothes much worse than anything you could have done-- he's become adept at hemming his own tears," Margaery said, coming to the rescue as she gently placed her hand on Loras' shoulder, seemingly snapping him from his stupor. "Is that not right, Loras?"

 "It is, sweet sister. Lady Sansa, I should probably inquire as to why you were in my closet, but considering you are with my sister, it cannot mean more than simple mischief."

 "I am terrible sorry," Sansa said again, her voice small. Oh this was terrible! She'd made such a fool of herself! But Loras was smiling, easy and open as he stepped out of the way and allowed Margaery to lead her from the room.

 "Fix that shirt while you remember," Margaery advised as she ushered Sansa out. "You remember the last time someone ripped your shirt."

 Loras laughed, but Sansa could hear it was slightly hollow, not as warm as she had remembered it. "Thank you for the reminder, Margaery."

 Margaery seemed to hesitate, then, but shrugged it off. "Sorry, brother. Come, Sansa-- we have lemon cakes to enjoy." Closing the door, she took Sansa's hand in her own and lead her up to their favourite balcony.

 As many of you know, Game of Thrones season 2 starts tomorrow. While I wont be spamming a lot from tomorrows episode, when episode two comes on and four out of my five top favourite characters all appear (Renly, Loras, Margaery and Brienne), I might get a little craaaaazy. So, here are my tags I'll be using this season. Just block any you don't want to see

 GoT CoK - General GoT S2 posts  Gay Baby Rainbows - RenlyxLoras posts  Powerhouse Amazon - Brienne posts  Sassy Lion - Jaime posts  Mastermind Rose - Margaery posts  Man Child King - Renly posts  Knight of Blowjobs - Loras posts  Dynamic Roses - Margaery and Loras Sibling feelings  Beard Bromance - Renly and Margaery feelings  My Death - Posts on... that episode. You know which one.

 All posts will have GoT CoK as a tag, so that's good for an overall cover of all GoT related posts. But if you want to just block specific feelings, block those individually.