Loras and Margaery were watching you as you played with the edge of your skirt, delaying for as long as you could.
“Sister, why are we here?” Margaery asked, her eyes as soft and perceptive as always, noting your clear nerves and lack of candor.
“I think I’m pregnant.” You spoke all at once, words blending together as you spit out the confession you’d been harboring for weeks.
Loras’ immediate reaction was rage, his protective instincts surging to blame your lover, a knight who’d been loyal to the Tyrell for years had defiled his baby sister and left her with child and without a ring, and to him, this was unacceptable. “Where is he? I’ll kill him.”
Margaery’s was one of momentary shock, before she swallowed it, moving to control her brother. “That won’t help anything, Loras. It’s done now, killing him will only cause more strife. We’ll have to think of what to tell Grandmother.”
You watched with mild nausea, seeing the wheels already beginning to turn in their brains.
“Y/N, how did this happen?”
“I love him, Loras. When he asked to take me to bed, I had no reason to say no.” Your eyes were downcast. “He’s not noble, but I love him.”
Margaery was quick to embrace you. “Sweet sister, your tender heart has imperiled you yet again. We promise, you’ll be fine.”
Loras, with cooling anger, nodded in agreement. It wasn’t ideal, but you were family, and nothing could change that.
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20 and loras
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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