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.
Margaery was lounging across the foot of your bed, her hand in yours as she listened to your tale of romance, the way she always had. She knew you were a little boy crazy, and that the knights at court were a common target of your affection, but this one in particular had been a crush of yours for the past few weeks.
“And he was looking into my eyes and told me how pretty he thought I was, and I-” Your lip quivered a little, and you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “So, I kissed him.”
Margaery was sympathetic to your lovers, knowing that most times your interest in these boys was fleeting at best, and that once you’d kissed them, you seldom looked back, for fear of your father or your brother finding out. “Are you going to see him again?”
You met her eyes, and with a small smile, you replied: “I am. Tonight. We’re meeting in the garden.”
She smiled in response. “Alright. What sort of distraction is needed for your caper?”
With Margaery’s help, you believed the rest of the family would hardly notice you missing.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or one where Stark!Reader marries Loras and renly and loras still have that relationship while reader and margaery have a relationship as well?”
Warnings! Some mention of sex, but not actual smut!
Y/N watched Loras throw back another goblet of wine with dismay, resting her chin on her fist. Lazily averting her eyes, she sifted through possible conversation topics in her head. In the short few months since the two had been betrothed, she felt as if they’d exhausted all of them. She silently noted his untouched plate. “The feast is not to your liking, my Lord?”
Loras seemed to tense upon hearing her voice, his grimace turning into a pained half-smile. “It’s lovely, I’m just not very hungry is all.” In the brief sentence he spoke to her, he’d barely bothered to glance over at her, his attention elsewhere.
She sighed softly, tapping her fingers rhythmically against her jaw. She’d never expected her own wedding to be this dull. The other guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and few seemed to notice the unhappy couple.
“Gods Loras, you’re practically boring her to death.” The snide comment emanated from the youngest Baratheon brother and he smiled politely at the bride before reverting his attention to Loras. “Be careful, lest someone else steals her away.” Renly teased lowly, shooting the girl a playful wink.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or one where Stark!Reader marries Loras and renly and loras still have that relationship while reader and margaery have a relationship as well?”
Warnings! Some mention of sex, but not actual smut!
Y/N watched Loras throw back another goblet of wine with dismay, resting her chin on her fist. Lazily averting her eyes, she sifted through possible conversation topics in her head. In the short few months since the two had been betrothed, she felt as if they’d exhausted all of them. She silently noted his untouched plate. “The feast is not to your liking, my Lord?”
Loras seemed to tense upon hearing her voice, his grimace turning into a pained half-smile. “It’s lovely, I’m just not very hungry is all.” In the brief sentence he spoke to her, he’d barely bothered to glance over at her, his attention elsewhere.
She sighed softly, rhythmically against her jaw. She’d never expected her own wedding to be this dull. The other guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and few seemed to notice the unhappy couple.
“Gods Loras, you’re practically boring her to death.” The snide comment emanated from the youngest Baratheon brother and he smiled politely at the bride before reverting his attention to Loras. “Be careful, lest someone else steals her away.” Renly teased lowly, shooting the girl a playful wink.
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