I NEVER write non-canon fanfic. It's just something I don't do, until now. This will probably be my first and last. This includes all the characters from the series as if thrown into the real world. The names are the same, and the character personalities are kept canon. I had this idea while I was taking a shower.
Prince Flowers
Chapter One: Arrival
It's my first day in America. I spent 14 hours on a plane to cross the ocean and another three hours in a car before arriving at the Ambassador's residence. It was a huge mansion in the city. It had been raining since we landed and I was soaked to the bone. My clothes were sticking to my skin, and curls had fallen flat against my face.
I shiver as I'm hurried inside by my handlers. This will be my home while I'm staying in the States. My mother arranged for me to live with the Ambassador and his family before school starts. Tywin Lannister is the representative from my country. He knows my parents very well.
The Ambassador is a tall, bald man who never smiles. I remember him from the Christmas party last year. He brought his daughter, a beautiful woman with long golden hair. She drank the whole night and ended up going to bed with one of our palace guards.
The Ambassador has two other children. They're adults too. His elder son is a twin to his daughter. He's as handsome as she is beautiful. He is in the military, currently serving his third tour in Iraq. The younger son is a teacher at Winterfell Academy where I'm going to be starting soon.
All three of the Ambassador's grandchildren are younger than me; they are here staying with their mother. I have been informed that the kids will not bother me. Even in America my parents find a way to shelter and isolate me.
I had to beg them to let me come to school in the States. Here I am. It took a lot of convincing.
"Prince Loras, come inside and get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold," says a fat bald man. I am given a towel when I walk through the door. The foyer is spacious. The walls are the color of butter and the floor is stone.
"Petyr, please show Prince Loras to his suite in the western wing," says the fat bald man.
"As you wish," says the tall skinny man in a tux.
He must be a manservant or a butler in the American colloquial.
I have the entire western wing to myself all three floors of it; the third floor is my bedroom. It's a vast room with the biggest bed I have ever seen, a plump leather sofa in front of a '45 screen TV with satellite, every videogame system in the world, and blu ray and DVD.
In the corner is a rounded desk with a laptop, printer, and comfy chair. In another corner is my closet. I have my own bathroom.
"You are free to explore the mansion, only the north wing is off limits because that is where the Ambassador and his family stays, the rest of the mansion is free for you to use. The kitchen hours are as follows: breakfast starts at 6:30 and ends at 8. Lunch is from 12 to 1, and supper is from 5 to 6:30. All other times the kitchens are closed. If you get hungry at night there are restaurants that deliver food. Do not sneak into the kitchen and steal from the fridge or the cupboards. If you wish to leave the mansion you must let someone know. Your curfew is midnight on weekends and eleven on school nights."
"Is that all?" I ask.
"No. You are not to have any vistors without informing the Ambassador or a member of his household staff twelve hours in advance. No female visitors are allowed in the bedroom suite. No drinking, no drugs, and no loud music."
These sound like my rules at home, only those are much stricter. My parents never let me do anything. I have less freedom than my older brothers did at my age. My younger sister has more freedom than I do and she's the only daughter in our family.
"The Ambassador has requested you join his family for breakfast in the morning. I will come and wake you twenty minutes before. Do you have any questions?"
"No," I say.
"The maids will be in to tend to you shortly," he leaves.
Too boys bring in my luggage. One is a fat boy called Hot Pie. I wonder why he's called that. His mother works in the kitchen. The other boy never told me his name. Neither of them is a day older than ten. Their parents work for the Ambassador.
I am pretty sure having them work like this is illegal, but all they did was carry my luggage so I guess its okay. They refused to look me in the eyes.
I change out of my wet clothes into a very tight T-shirt and athletic shorts. I give my wet clothes to the maids who came in to tend to me. The kitchens are closed, but they offered to order me something to eat.
"I have pizza," says a blond boy of fourteen.
"I've never had pizza," I say.
He looks at me like I just caught fire. My parents forbid me to eat junk food and pizza falls into that category. The pizza smells delicious. It is cheese, bacon, mushrooms, and pineapple. It looked disgusting, but it made my mouth water.
"I'm Joffrey Lannister. You may call me Joff."
Joffrey looks like his mother. He has her blond hair and vibrant green eyes and the same beauty. Only Joff has an air of arrogance about him in the way he carries himself.
Unlike his mother, his accent is very American. It stems from his American father, and the fact that he has never once set foot in my country, the country where his mother, grandfather and uncles are from.
"What's it like here?" I ask, taking a bite of the pizza. It melts in my mouth. I drool a little bit, but catch it before Joffrey notices.
"It's boring, but there is a lot of great pussy here. I have a girlfriend. Her name is Mya. Her mother is a country music singer. She doesn't know who her father is. She's sexy. You can meet her tomorrow."
"Are you in high school?" I ask.
"I will be starting ninth grade in a few weeks. You and I will be going to the same school. You'll like Winterfell. It's a great place, or so I've heard. My girlfriend is going in the 8th grade, but she's likely not to go back this year."
"Why?"
"Can you keep a secret?" He asks.
"Yes," I say.
"She's pregnant. I haven't told my parents yet and I know she hasn't told hers. We only found out yesterday."
She is in the 8th grade and she's pregnant. That's sad. My sister is fourteen. If she got pregnant my father would kill the guy.
"I know what you're thinking; we're too young to be parents. That's true we are. That's why I am making her terminate the pregnancy. She's on board with that, she's not ready to be a mom."
"Then why does she have sex?" I ask before I can stop myself.
"It's not like she has a choice. She gave up telling me no. She lets me fuck her without resistance now. I've been sticking it in her for three years. Only now she had to go have her period and get pregnant."
Oh my God. He rapes this girl. She does nothing about it. Is she too scared of him? My sister would fight back.
"Wow," is all I can say. I like this guy less and less the more he speaks.
"Have you ever knocked a girl up?"
I shake my head. My wet curls fling water at him. He laughs and wipes it off his face.
"I'm not allowed to date."
"You're not allowed to date? What kind of rubbish is that?"
"I'm not allowed to do a lot of things. I can't go out in public without protection and a police escort."
"Your life blows. I get to have all the sex I want. I fucked one of our maids. She screamed at me not to do it, but after I punched her she stopped resisting. I stuck it in her hard. She put up a good fight. She gave me this scar. She didn't get pregnant though, thank God. She threatened to tell my grandfather but I told her I'd have her killed if she did."
God, this kid is sick. I am so happy my sister chose to go to that all girls' school instead of coming here. Joffrey finishes his pizza and leaves. I decide to unpack. My closet is huge. It's half the size of my bedroom suite, and stocked half full of brand new designer clothing in my measurements and all the shoes I could ever possibly need. In the front are my school uniforms.
Petyr and my handlers came in to tend to me. They found me in the closet. I come out and see a maid turn down my bedding. I hate being waited on hand and foot like I am an invalid.
"I met Joffrey. He is cruel. I swear he is as mad as a hatter," I say.
Petyr gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze. He is forbidden from speaking ill of the Ambassador's family. I understand that by the look he gives me.
"I suggest you stay away from him, young prince," Petyr says.
"Call me Loras," I say.
"As you wish," says Petyr.
"Are you comfortable, Loras?" asks one of my handlers, a woman who works for my mother.
"Yeah I am fine; I would like to go to bed. Whatever my agenda is tell me tomorrow."
After everyone leaves I climb into the big bed and find myself a spot to sleep. I clap and the lights go off. I cannot wait for school to start. My parents promised me no body guards, handlers, or anything while I am there. I will be treated like a normal teenager. It will be great.
Let me know what you think. I planned for multiple chapters, but only if it doesn't suck. I had taken this idea from an original story I wrote about a prince who moved to America, only I changed it to fit Loras Tyrell. I can't wait until he meets Renly. Anyways, thank you for reading.