Note: I'd like to thank the amazing Becky aka nocturnaltibet who not only inspired me with her awesome stories but also helped me a lot with my fic. You're the best!

So this is my first story. I am looking forward to see what you think.

And of course all the amazing characters and settings which I used in my story were created by George R.R. Martin, not me so I do not own them.

Storm's End was given to Renly Baratheon after his brother Robert became the King, making Renly the youngest Lord in Westeros. The years had past since Robert's Rebellion and Lord Renly was now fifteen years old. Very tall for his age, and broad-shouldered, he looked like a minature, younger version of King Robert. He also had dark hair like his brother and deep blue eyes.

Unlike Robert, Renly always had this playful smile on his face. He was said to be one of the most handsome man in the Seven Kingdoms. Definitely the most kind, engaging and warm-hearted Lord there ever was. Renly would talk to anyone despite his position. He was always firendly not only to other Lords and Storm's Ends' visitors but also to servants. People loved Renly. His kindness won their devotion and loyalty.

That day The Lord of Storm's End was wearing his best clothes. Since he was a child, Renly had always been passionate about fashion. His brother Robert would tease him all the time that he spends too much time in front of the mirror instead of practicing with his sword, bow or with Robert's favourite- warhammer. Even though he was only fourteen, when he last visited King's Landing he was the most fashionable man at the court.

Renly glanced one more time at his reflection in the mirror to look at his new green doublet. Then he turned around to face his servant. Molen was about fourty, very large and unberabely ugly. Young Lord put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's time Molen," he smiled "Let's not make Mace Tyrell wait any longer"

He waved his hand in the direction of two guards commanding them to follow him.

Once they reached the grand hall, Molen opened the door before Lord Renly and the Lord was accompanied into the Hall by guards. The moment the young Stag sat down on his audience chair one of Tyrell's servant took a step forward, kneeled and said with a loud steady voice

"May I present the Lord of Highgarden, Defender of the Marches, High Marshal of the Reach, and Warden of the South"

Renly nodded his head and replaied with a genuine smile „Lord Tyrell, It's a great pleasure to meet you," he paused for a second and added with pleasure "The hospitality of Storm's End is yours, and I am looking forward to training my new squire"

As Renly spoke Lord Mace brushed his triangular shaped beard with his fingers almost as if he wanted to cover the white spots which were getting more visible eatch year. He glared at Lord Renly for few more moments.

"Lord Renly, Highgarden will never forget this honor," Lord Tyrell took a breath and continued "This is my youngest son, Loras"

He introduced the youthful boy with a voice full of pride

"I promise he will be a fine squire"

A slender boy with curly brown hair run over to Renly looked upon him with excitement in his eyes, he caught his breath and stated loudly

"You won't be sorry my Lord. I will be the best squire."

The boy was so sure of himself, so confident, so presumptuous... After the introduction and the formal part, the Lord of Highgarden and his retinue were escorted by the Lord of Storm's End and his guards to the dining chamber for a repast.

Once the feast was over, Renly offered to walk Loras to his chamber, which was situated right next to Renly's.

"Soo"

The Lord said slowly while glancing at his little squire.

"You wish to become a knight, don't you?" a stupid qestion but Renly needed something to break the awkward silence.

Loras looked at his master a bit confused and when a smirk appeared on his face he answered

"No, my Lord."

Now Renly was the one confued, but not for long since Loras quickly added

"I don't want to be just a knight. I want to be the best knight of all the Seven Kingdoms"

His face was so serious that Renly couldn't help but laugh which suddenly brought a grimace to Loras's face.

"Stop it! It was not meant to be funny!"

The young Lord looked at his squire with a smile manifesting on his face. The grin was enough for Loras to get angry. He stopped, gave Renly a furious look.

"My Lord" Loras looked right into Renly's eyes "You may be taller, stronger and four Name Days older but you wouldn't beat me, " his voice raised to a yell as he brushed away the loose curls that had fallen into his eyes.

"Oh look at you! You're so skinny I doubt you can even hold the sword in your hand. I could beat you easily" he replied which was like adding fuel to the fire in that case.

Loras turned almost completely red and yelled in his Lord's direction

"My Lord! I dare you to fight me!"

Renly just glared at him one more moment before he spoke "You cannot really command me. I am your Lord, remember? But if you're so desperate to fight me then we shall see tomorrow mayhaps"

Loras had his fist clenched and was staring at his Master with anger.

"Why don't we see just now My Lord? I have wooden swords in my wardrobe which I belive one of your servants pleaced in my chamber"

Lord Renly knew this was a mistake all along to play this wooden swords with Loras, but for the reason unknown he agreed. After almost twenty minutes of the duel Renly slipped on someting that was lying on the floor and hit the frame of Loras's bed really hard. It was so painful that he could feel the tears in his eyes but he tried not to let them fall down his cheeks because he didn't want his squire to see them.

To Renly, tears were the sign of weakness and a man grown should never show his weaknesses to anyone. So instead of just letting himself cry he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and stopped moving. He heard his squire's dramatic exclamations and sqeaky sounds but he knew that if he even tried to move his tears would have fallen down his face and he wouldn't be able to hide them from Loras.

What surprised The Lord of Storm's End was the fact that when he finally collected him self and stood up he sow his squire crying. In shock, he quickly asked "What is it Loras? Why are you crying?"

And with that he gently touched boy's shoulder.

"I-I... My L-lord I'm so so sorry..." sobbed Loras, who couldn't meet his Lord's eyes.

"Calm down It was not your fault. I slipped. I'm not mad at you. So stop crying because I'm not going to punish you or anything" Renly answered and rolled his eyes.

Squire looked offended. He gave Renly the look with his cheeks and eyes wet of tears "I'm not crying because you would punish me. I was just afraid that something happened to you.." With that he looked away.

When Renly realised what the boy just said his heart warmed suddenly. Nobody had ever so openly shown Renly these types of feelings. It was the first time the youngest Baratheon felt that somebody cared. Lord Renly gave his squire the warmest smile he could and moved gently Loras's hair from his golden eyes. For a moment, he felt something he had never felt as he was looking straight in his squire's eyes.

"You look beautiful when you smile, my Lord" Loras blurted out, again with his serious voice which made Renly laugh so hard he was almost unable to stop.

Then young Stag separated himself few steps from his squire gasping for air. Loras started to look a little worried again.

"What is so funny My Lord? Are you sure you are alright?" his Lord gave him another gentle smile and answered "It's just the face you make when you try to be serious, and one more thing. When there are no visitors at Storm's End and no servants and guards around, just call me Renly"

Since that day the boys spent every moment they could together. They practiced together, studied together, ate together and even at night Renly would sneak to Loras's chamber to tell him stories about his brother's rebellion or to simply listen to his squire talk about Highgarden and his family. It was not long till they became close friends.