#thewillastyrell

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g. baratheon

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Thanks for the lawyer recommendation. Dad’s already put him on retainer.

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rose number one

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Is the Hightower portrait still on loan? I was hoping to have it hanging at Highgarden for Loras’ benefit gala.

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big brother: proud first, but probably embarrassed second honestly

big brother: if you tell ANYONE that i slept with theon greyjoy to get you a vote for your northern polar bear sanctuary i will kill you and then every single one of those polar bears

robert had always told him that he had a funny habit of talking in circles when he was anxious. more often than not, his brother had just clipped him on the back of the head and told him to shut it. but this time, his thoughts were stumbling out of control and he’d be lying clean through his teeth and practised smile if he said he wasn’t nervous. renly had chosen to delay leaving - for loras, for the sake of somehow negotiating with the northerners instead of taking arya stark back, for himself too. if it wasn’t for the men he had left behind at storm’s end, he may not have gone back at all. 

the stormlords had never loved stannis, but they didn’t love selyse either. the woman had been just as fanatic about the lord of light, and renly could only pity shireen. he didn’t want to find out the truth. what had the red woman whispered in their ears to warrant all of this? 

renly cared about that less than he did the tyrells. loras loved him, he had no doubts about that. and he had formed a friendship with margaery. willas was another story. he wasn’t in love with renly or even fast friends - he was lord paramount now. and renly’s support of his brother had reached a crossroads he couldn’t simply ignore. renly had to choose between loras and stannis, and he felt ill because the choice was only too easy. and yet it was going to rain all seven hells down upon him.

taking a deep breath, he rapped his knuckles against the door to willas’ study, waiting a moment before pushing the door open. standing stock-still, renly cleared his throat; his expression grim. “ my lord, could i have a word? ”

this was almost eerily familiar, stumbling out of bed in the early hours of the morning and mumbling a quiet i love you to loras as he kissed him goodbye. how many times had they done this back in king’s landing - renly trying to make it to yet another small council meeting ( damn that jon arryn ), and turning up late because he hadn’t wished to leave the knight of flowers? and now here they were again, in highgarden of all places, with the stormlord hastily pulling his boots on and dragging a hand through his thoroughly disheveled hair. if he was being truly honest, strategising with stannis at this hour was skin to walking barefoot through all seven hells. especially when the alternative was climbing back under the sheets and waking up again when loras did. 

but alas, the gods enjoyed making him miserable - all seven of them. whichever hell he was in, robert was probably laughing at the two remaining baratheons working together. he did always love vexing them, the stubborn old brute. but with stannis’ growing nonsense about the lord of light, renly was fairly certain that wasn’t going to last for much longer. leaning against the door, he caught one last glance at loras; noting how the weak sunshine filtering in through the windows lit his peaceful visage. gods, he was lucky and miserable.

stepping out into the hallway, he closed door behind himself - only to turn and discover an all too familiar individual right in front of him. 

“  willas! ” renly bit out, a nervous laugh pulling from his lungs. with his rumpled tunic still unlaced, there was no mistaking the truth. and he’d forgotten his coat inside loras’ rooms. “ i didn’t - i didn’t expect to see you here. ”

the two of them had never been particularly careful, but this was exactly situation they had always hoped to avoid. renly cleared his throat a few times, lips skewed into his most uncomfortable ( albeit still charming ) smile, trying to conjure a plausible explanation. any plausibly explanation. to maintain some sort of dignity. “ i was just borrowing a - ” his mind was racing. “ a book. from loras. about ships.” 

NAME: flower boy

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ is sansa at your parents house? ]

NAME: mira f

RINGTONE: flight of the bumblebee

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ Okay. I will be sure to do that. Thank you again for your help. ]

NAME: og

RINGTONE: start a riot - duckworth

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ goodnight princess ]