A/N: Hi, I'm back again. This is Loras/Margaery.
The flowers danced slowly, their limbs and stems tangling together.
The people inside them knew it was a bit wrong, but the flowers were pure beauty. They had no such thoughts.
Why shouldn't two beautiful things love each other?
Flowers had no perception of right or wrong, they just were.
Beautiful, unthinking, and pure.
The flowers didn't care what anyone thought.
When the flowers were in control, life was beautiful.
They didn't care what their names were, what kingdom was what, who was winning the war.
The people were gone, and the flowers could dance.
How the flowers hated it when the people came back.
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