LORAS TYRELL

The High Septon greeted me at the door at The Great Sept of Baelor. I thanked him as I walked down the steps to King Joffrey's corpse laid in the middle of the Sept. I approached my Sister, standing a short distance behind her, I grabbed hold of her arm.
"Margaery, I—"
"Don't touch me, Loras." Margaery demanded as she pushed me away.
"You're mourning, Margaery. You don't have to suffer in silence, you know?"
"I know that." Margaery explained, "I'd just rather not have your sympathy, Loras."
Margaery hadn't looked at me since I walked in.
"Grandma was considering on going back to Highgarden in the fortnight, get away from this chaos."
"I don't want to go back to Highgarden, Loras. I want to—" Margaery finally turned to me, noticing The High Septon stood by the door, he was distracted; speaking to a guard. "I want to be the Queen." She continued, making sure that her words did not echo in The Sept.
"And Queen you shall be, Margaery. Queen you were. And remember that Tommen is still—"
"Don't even suggest that I marry Tommen, Loras!" Margaery's voice became louder, "He's a CHILD! A GOOD child!"
"And soon he will be King of the Seven Kingdoms, Margaery. Tommen will be Protector of the Realm, and you will be his bride if his Mother allows it."
Margaery remained silent before she turned to Joffrey's corpse again.

Margaery took a deep breath, opening her mouth. She closed it. I knew that she wanted to say something to me.
"Did you fuck him, too?" She asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Oberyn Martell. Did you fuck him, too; just like Renly?"
I was stunned at her question, staring at her in my initial reaction, "Of course I haven't fucked him, Margaery. I haven't fucked am an ever since Renly—Ever since Renly DIED!"
Margaery turned to me again, "I don't care if you have done, Loras." She explained. "I just wanted to see if you could be truthful with me."
I stared at her puzzled, "Truthful?"
"Varys' Little Birds saw you go into a nearby Brothel, they heard you and Oberyn doing what you and Renly used to do." Margaery explained, she couldn't even look at me in the eye, "What if people found out, Loras? What if Tywin Lannister found out?"
"Then they can have me walk the street naked." I explained, "I don't care."
I scoffed at her, staring at her madly as I stormed out from The Sept.

I returned to my chambers, slamming the door shut behind me.
"Ser Loras?" A voice spoke from behind me, I turned around, seeing Mira Forrester – Margaery's handmaiden stood in front of me.
"Mira?" I stared at her puzzled.
"I'm sorry to walk in when you weren't present, Ser Loras, it's just—Lady Margaery; I'm worried about her."
I began to pour some vintage Red Wine into a goblet, scoffing slightly, "Aren't we all?" I took a sip at the drink, taking in all flavours available in the Wine.
"Ser Loras, has something—Has something happened?" She asked, she seemed genuinely concerned.
"Varys has happened." I spoke under my breath, turning to her. "What are you doing here, Mira? I'm going to leave in a minute, get myself to the nearest Brothel which I can find."
Mira remained silent and I rolled my eyes, putting the drink down as I made my way towards the door.
"What about Queen Cersei, Ser Loras?" Mira asked, "What about your upcoming marriage, your Wedding?"
I turned to her, scoffing; shaking my head at her. "There will be NO Wedding."
I swung the door open, walking out of my chambers as I slammed the door behind me.

I made my way into the Brothel, expecting to find Oberyn Martell. Dozens of whores walked past me, glaring at me as they walked past. Some of them whispering to another, "That's Ser Loras! The Queen Regent is betrothed to him!"
I heard moaning from a whore behind a curtain. Not so private, is it? I stepped inside, moving the curtain as I stepped inside, finding the man who I expected to see laid down on a comfy sofa – Oberyn Martell. Ellaria Sand was laid beside him, stroking a whore's head.
"Sorry, Ser Loras." Ellaria said as she stood, "I stopped the noise myself."
"Yes, my wife is sorry for the racket we made—We both are." Oberyn explained, smirking at me slightly.
The whore stood, Oberyn threw her a bag of money before she rushed out from the room. Ellaria stood, looking at me, "Would you like some Red Wine, Ser Loras?"
"No, thank you, my lady." I looked down at Oberyn, "Can we speak in private, please?"
"No need." Oberyn shook his head, "Ellaria here already knows our little—Secret."
"The whole of Westeros could have heard the noises you made, Ser Loras." Ellaria said, pouring some Red Wine into a goblet. "I may need a go with you at some point. Although, I may need my husband here to warm you up."
"Enough of that, Ellaria." Oberyn said, laughing slightly as he shook his head, "You'd best be off."
Ellaria nodded at the both of us before leaving.
"I need you to do something for me, Oberyn." I said.
Oberyn stood, nodding at me, "I presume that you're not here for some action in the cock-department?"
"No. I'm not." I replied, giving him a look. "I want you to find a Kingsguard for me, Prince Oberyn."
"Who may this Kingsguard be, Ser Loras?" He asked.
"Thomos Staedmon."