Hey guys! LL3 here! I really don't have much to say, except thanks for reading and reviewing! Storm and I really appreciate it! :D

I'm a sucker for Renly and Loras, so of course I put them in here. Hope they're not OOC! I'm always paranoid for stuff like that... :I

Enjoy!

Elianna

The Baratheon girl donned a long, dark yellow dress that made her appear slimmer, and hugged her curves in all the right places. Her necklace was a string of black diamonds, a gift from her parents to her on her fifteenth name day, along with a matching bracelet, that she lent to Rhiannon for the night. Despite her protests, she let the princess' handmaidens style her hair, and she had to admit, they did a very nice job. Elianna had never had the need for handmaidens, nor did she want them; she found it slightly unsettling to have someone else do every single thing for her. Stannis, her father, had taught her to be independent and capable. Nonetheless, she had two handmaidens back at her castle, although Elianna treated them more as her friends and advisors rather than servants.

"You look radiant," Rhiannon gushed, offering her arm to her cousin. Elianna gladly linked her arm through hers, a large grin on her face. She always enjoyed her uncle's feasts, especially the singer; Stannis was never much into parties, and the only singer they had was Patchface, her sister's fool, and he was half-mad.

"As do you, my princess," The two giggled and left Rhea's chambers, heading down to the grand hall. Desoto and Rosco trailed behind the girls, always sticking close to their master. Seeing the wolfhounds made Elianna want to visit her own pup, Iris. She would have to ask Ser Joseph and Ser Montague to take her to the kennel tomorrow morning.

By the time Eli and Rhea entered the grand hall, the party was in full swing. The singers belted out songs about King Robert's great win at the Trident all those years ago. The small orchestra behind them beautifully accompanied the words with the sweet tune they played on their instruments. Robert Baratheon was already drunk, trying to shove his hands up one of the serving wench's skirts. Even from afar, Elianna could see the hurt on Queen Cersei's beautiful face.

Elianna felt herself blush; her father never had such inappropriate behaviour- he was a noble and honorable man, and he would never do anything to dishonor or embarrass his wife. Stannis Baratheon and his family were respectable, and would never be caught acting as his brother was. Eli may have been of age, but she still was uncomfortable seeing such things.

"You get used to it," Rhiannon murmured in her cousin's ear, as if she read Elianna's mind. "Unless you're my mother," She smirked, but Eli could see the sadness in her cousin's green eyes. She reached out to put a hand on Rhea's arm, but the princess jerked out of the way before she could. Rhiannon gave Eli a quick nod before turning on her heel and going to take her place next to her younger brother, Joffrey, and her mother.

"Don't feel upset," A familiar voice said behind Elianna. "Her moods are just like the sea- always going up and down," The curly haired girl turned around, a smile instantly coming to her face. Her favourite uncle, Renly Baratheon, gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. "It's good to see you, sweetling," He kissed the crown of her head.

"I missed you so much," She admitted, leaning back to search his bright blue eyes. "How are you?"

"Good, I'm good," He grinned, gently squeezing her shoulders. "And you?"

"I'm alright," She bit her lip. "I'm just a bit worried about Rhiannon, that's all," She cast her eyes downward, feeling sheepish.

"You two are best friends. It will be fine. Nothing to worry about," He kissed the crown of her head once more. She inhaled his familiar scent of citrus and spiced wine, instantly relaxing. "You grow more beautiful every time I see you, Elianna,"

She blushed, playfully shoving his shoulder. "You're only flattering yourself, Uncle. You know they say I look like you," Everyone always said she was Renly's daughter, not Stannis'; she looked almost identical to her uncle, except for her slightly prominent ears she inherited from her mother's side; the Florents were known for their unfortunate ears. Luckily, she was always able to cover them with her bountiful raven colored locks.

Renly laughed, his pearly white teeth shining in the dim light. He grabbed her hand and tugged on it. "Come, sweetling. There is room at my table. Ser Loras and I could always use some company," He led her to his table at the other side of the room, which was empty except for several goblets of wine and a young, blond knight. "Loras, this is my niece, Elianna," He gestured to the girl. Turning to Eli, he said, "This is Loras Tyrell, sweet,"

"It's a pleasure to meet you," The knight smiled at her, his voice as smooth as Dornish wine. He took her hand and kissed it, his smiling widening even more when he saw her blush deeply.

Renly shoved a goblet of wine in her hand. "Sit down, sweetling," He instructed, taking a seat across from Loras. "I doubt you've had any time to rest since you got here,"

She sat next down to her uncle and took a tentative sip of the wine. It was too sweet for her taste, but she didn't bother asking him to get her another. "I took a bath," She muttered, staring into the jeweled goblet. King Robert always did enjoy having his drinks with style. Renly chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Don't!" Elianna whined, swatting his hand away. "Rhiannon's handmaidens fixed my hair!"

"It looks prettier down," Renly protested, taking out the pins from her raven locks. "You don't need any of this. You're beautiful enough as it is,"

"You're just saying that because she looks like you, dear friend," Loras laughed, draining his goblet of spiced ale. Renly shot him a glare which only made the knight laugh harder. "I jest, I jest. But Lady Elianna, he is right. You are very beautiful, and there is no reason to change," Eli's cheeks flushed; he was just like a knight in the songs- handsome, brave, gallant, noble and sweet. She had known him for less than ten minutes, and she was already smitten with Ser Loras Tyrell.

"I thank you, ser," The Baratheon girl managed to blurt out, the wine already going to her head. "You are too kind,"

Loras smiled at her, running his finger along the rim of the glass. "I only speak the truth, my lady."