Your feud with your older brother was well known within the Tyrell family, being twins, you two were often at each other’s throats, arguing and bickering over even the smallest things.
Today, your argument was slightly more private, tucked into the corner of a dancing hall, whispered over glasses of wine. A Dornish noble had come to visit Highgarden, igniting your row over who was to court him first.
“-he’s coming over this way, Y/N, you should fall into his arms again to catch his attention, I’m sure it’ll work this time.” Loras snipped over the rim of his glass, a pleasant smile already in place as the handsome visitor approached.
“Choke and die, Loras.” You responded, your own smile similar to his as you greeted the Dornishman, already vying to gain his favor.
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