Chapter 2

Loras Tyrell sat alone in the chambers, a cup of wine in hand, a low fire burning in

the hearth and a sense of foreboding in the room.

Lucas Samton walked into the room sat down hard and sighed. He was on the older

side, dark hair coming down to his shoulders. There was a scar compromising of three

gashes the covered the left side of his face. The clothing and armour he wore were well

worn, the golden flowers of Highgarden faded, the once bright green scratched to pale. A

worn down man in worn down wears.

"I'm so happy the Knight of Flowers could find time to meet with the likes of me."

"Ser Lucas, I do not know what I've done to deserve such a greeting but I must

apologize."

Lucas sighed again, It's not you per say it's that title of yours. The silly thing is

getting more and more popular by the day. Why I remember the day you first had a sword

put in your hand."

"As do I, you put it in my hand before we started my first lesson."

"You were green then…"

Loras smiled, "I hope I have improved some since then."

"Yes boy you've improved a bit, not much but some. You're a knight of summer

though. No matter how good you think you get your still green until you experience your

first winter as a knight."

Loras simply nodded. There were times when his teacher and house Tyrell's master-

at-arms went on these rants, you just had to let them pass.

"I'm leaving Loras."

Nothing was said. They both just sat there in silence. Loras staring at Lucas, Lucas

staring down at his hands.

Finally Loras broke the silence. "Where will you be going?"

"To the Wall."

Silence reigned again.

"Why?"

"I have my reasons Loras. I will be leaving in the next couple of days. I just wanted

to make sure you heard it from my lips and not some gossips."

"Is it because of her?"

Lucas froze, "No Loras, it's because my position here and by extension my own self

have grown stagnant. I have no real use here anymore, I'm getting too old and wish to try

and be of some use somewhere if I can. Is that too much too ask for?"

Loras looked down, ashamed. He had forced his teacher to admit perceived

weakness. Lucas Samton was proud and stubborn, it must have been difficult. The Knight

of Flowers also was ashamed that Lucas was right. Highgarden was at peace for now but if

it ever went to war someone younger would most likely take the man-at-arms position and

Lucas would be sent to the field to kill till he died.

Lucas looked down on the young Tyrell, he was upset. For those that knew him Ser

Loras was an easy book to read.

Lucas was also upset because Loras had been right. One of the main reasons he was

running away, and make no mistake he was running away was because of that woman.

In the north it was said it got so cold, a person's blood could freeze.

This man hoped it was so cold his heart could freeze.