~~~~~~The Beginning~~~~~~
"Come on and pack your things, we are leaving tonight," Renly said to Ser Loras as he swung open his chamber's doors and started to bunch together the fine possessions that Loras had brought with him to King's Landing. Renly was still unsure why Eddard hadn't agreed with him, but then again he was a Baratheon, and he Stark.
"Wha-" Loras groaned as he emerged from the depths of his slumber. he sat up-right on the bed, watching Renly scurry about the chamber for Loras's belts and shoes. "Did Eddard decline then?" He said as he put a leg out of the bed and stood, fully nude.
"Yes yes, now hurry up! This is the worst place for us right now," spoke Renly with a hint of frustration and anxiety. Loras pulled on his breeches and joined Renly in the packing frenzy. "Put some proper clothes on" Loras did just that, making sure he had enough layers on for the cold night.
Once they had squashed Loras's belongings into a chest, they lifted and tied it onto their mounts and made a swift departure through the Mud Gate. "How long do you think it will take to get to Highgarden?" Loras asked. Renly forgot sometimes how much younger Loras seemed to be, doesn't everyone know how long it would take to get somewhere?
"Um, I'd say a day or two... without stops." A moan came from Loras, but Renly ignored it and continued on his mount in peaceful silence. Visions still came to Renly about his brother's death. Could I have stopped it? Could I have predicted the Lannisters's plan?
"We must have been going for at least four hours now, can we stop and... replenish?"
"Oh, I wonder what replenishment Loras is thinking?" Renly sarcastically asked; already truly knowing what the answer was.
"Nothing," Loras guiltily answered, "just thought-" but he was cut-off by a howl in the distance. "what was that?"
"Probably a wolf"
"Do you think it could be that direwolf that the Stark girl set free?"
"Is Loras Tyrell scared of a little direwolf pup?" Renly replied patronizingly. They stopped for a while and listened again to the cry of the direwolf. "Wasn't it called Nymeria?"
"Yes, that's it! But like you say, it's only pup," Loras replied. Renly left it at that, he knew too much talk could bring attention at night, unwanted attention. They continued along the king's road with a soft canter, Renly imaging his plans to get the Iron Throne and who would support him. He knew already that the Tyrells would support his claim, he was going to get married to Loras's sister, Margeary, anyway. Yes, he was going to get the throne, he was sure of it.
"Is that the inn we are staying at?" Loras asked as they saw the distant gleam of lights in the distance. But, without even needing an answer, the eagerness to sleep was so overwhelming that Loras to made his horse go into a fast gallop. Renly, rolling his eyes, quickened his pace also; so as not to get left behind in the dark. However, Renly knew something was going wrong, the horse's strides weren't quite right. He could feel its strain. Then, the horse buckled under the weight and lurched forward. With skilled practice, Renly unattached himself to the horse and through himself off onto the solid ground, shouting "Loras!". The last thing he saw was Loras turning around and a rock coming closer to his head.