In one of the rooms inside the great maze of Highgarden lies two figures cuddled together, unlike the Lannister's these twins aren't doing anything nefarious… to each other at least.
The twins Loras and Lael of house tyrell, at the age of seven and ten couldn't have been anymore separate, the blonde hair of Loras contrasted against the dark almost metallic copper hair of Lael's.
As they lay in the bed, Lael watches as the servants come in, the household used to the exuberance of the twins.
"My lord, Lady Olenna has asked for your presence" specifically speaking to Lael as Loras is still asleep.
Stepping out of the warm silk blankets and allowing them to lead him into a bath, as they guide him in the bath he can't help sigh as the warmth of the water surrounds him, while the reach is generally warm the mornings can have a chill.
"Do you know what Grandmother wants to speak to me about" knowing the servants know everything.
"No, milord, she only stated that we were to retrieve you and prepare you a bath." The timid voice of one of his grandmother's personal maids.
'Her eyes' he reminds himself.
His eyes shut as they start to lather his body and hair, letting them lull him into a relaxed state. The feeling of fingers washing his lengthy hair with the rose lavender soap he personally likes, he can't help but feel contentment.
Coming from a future world that doesn't have feudalism took some time to get used to, luckily he had Sixteen years to adjust.
As the girl guides his head under the water he wonders how many times a servant was tempted to just drown a lord or lady, not that he personally does anything to provoke them, coming from a custodian family in his first life makes him more sympathetic to them.
"Milord?" One of them asks before pausing.
"Yes?"
"…I just envy your hair" he can tell that's not what she meant to say but he lets it slide.
Stepping out of the tub he ignores the flush that spreads across her face, his nothing compared to his twin, honestly people mistake him for being Margaret's twin most of the time. Though with how similar they look it's not that surprising.
"Thank you" he tells the girls as they finish dressing him, he likes to show that he appreciates them, and if it helps instill loyalty then more for him.
"N-no need milord it's our duty"
He just stays silent, but again thanks them as the other one hands him a new robe, he is delighted by the genuine joy eluding from them at his minimal effort, it's the least he can do for those who wait on him and his family so loyally.
"Come, I'd like an opinion on what to wear" he decides to indulge himself, he always likes seeing what the servants will say, he knows they won't do him wrong.
Stepping into his room he is amused to see that Loras hasn't gotten up. Walking over to him he gently prides his older twin watching as he stirs, golden brown eyes blink open, staring into his grey ones.
"Morning Lory' boy" he distantly hears a stifled giggle.
"S'what" his twin mumbles out turning into the blankets.
"Grandmother is expecting me, so I'm guessing you should join, though you can take a bath and come later" knowing his brother needs a second to wake up and his grandmother is not a patient woman.
"What'che want now" Loras asked as he turned back over.
He shrugs, before walking to his clothing room, "I don't know, and if they know they're not telling" he jabs his thumb to the servants who tend to them.
"Are you coming?" Lael calls over his shoulder to the girl listening as she 'eeps before scurrying towards him.
"I still don't know why you entertain them?" He hears his brother speak through the open door.
"That's because I'm not a pompous ass."
"Hah! You're one to talk" he hears as his brother leaves to his chambers.
"Sorry about him" he says, turning to the meek girl.
"No it's okay milord"
"No, it's not but I have to start somewhere huh?" He questions before turning back to his wardrobe.
"What colors do you think I should wear today? I'm sorry I don't know your name?" He asks, looking back at the young girl.
"Milord, you would look good in the darker tones, they would bring out your eyes"
"That they would, you still haven't told me your name, sweetling." He states trying to get the girl to relax.
"My name?" She stutters out.
"Yes, unlike my family, I find knowing the names of those who handle our personal belongings, so please" he may be laying it on a little thick.
"Milord, my name is Myra" she states after staring at him for a second.
"Myra, such a pretty name, how long have you been under house tyrell?" He asks, pulling out a dark blue tunic, musing on what to pair with it.
"Only a couple of moons Milord," Myra says.
"Ah, how do you like working here?" As he walks over to the trouser section of the room, he idly notices the girl has relaxed more.
"It's… different"
Pulling out two pairs of pants he held them out while turning to her with a prompting, "oh".
"I don't mean any of it Milord, I just mean the tyrells are so…free and your family is so kind to us lowly people it's-" she stops blushing.
"Well, I don't know if you would say my family is kind" he start before she interrupts
"No, Milord you must understand that even the coldest of the tyrell's are a saint compared to most lords." He raises a brow at the girl's loyalty, his grandmother is amazing.
"Well I guess you're the best judge for that" deciding to drop the conversation, and to modify the girl from a reprimand.
"Now help me decide on these trousers"
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Walking into his grandmother's personal chambers, he is greeted by the sight of her and Margaery socializing on the balcony overlooking the direction towards the old town. They are as always dressed to their station, his grandmother wearing her infamous Shaw.
"Grandmother, sister" he greets both with a kiss on the cheek respectively, before sitting down nodding to the server as they place him a drink.
"My dear boy you and Margaery are my favorites-"
"Don't let Loras hear that" he can't help but chime in getting a giggle from Margaery.
"-and I have high hopes for our future, it's a shame that Willas has his injury, his reputation isn't strong enough to push our standing with our own sources alone."
"You mean, you want to make me queen?" He can hear the want in his sister's voice.
"Well yes, but sadly unless unforeseen events happen the drunkard stag is planning to wed his cunt of a boy to the starks pretty mutt" their grandmother states as she taps a letter she received.
"The hand of the king is dead, the rutty stability of the lion's rule over the kingdom is in ruins with the only sane one of the bunch dead, well the one who could keep the king in line, and alive" she muses.
A server with a palate of fruits walks in, he loves living in the Reach, he thanks whatever god, or gods that have sent him here.
"So, you think a war is going to brew?" He asks, popping a grape in his mouth.
"I don't think"
"You can't be serious!" Margaery states putting a hand to her mouth, though he can see the calculating gleam.
The door swings open causing them to look and see Loras strutting in his armor glistening with fresh polish, Lael can't help but chuckle at his grandmother's scoff, knowing she doesn't care for obnoxious behavior.
"Lory took you long enough." He jabs.
"Oh hush it, you don't have to put on armor," is his twin's reply.
"Well, if you didn't have it polished every morning you'd be ready faster."
"Enough, we have more important things to do than squabble like baboons." Olenna interrupts before they can continue.
"Sit down," she instructs Loras, "Willas is too bussy keeping your oaf of a father from making any stupid mistakes, with Garlan already married we only have you three to make do with," she pauses.
He leans forward wondering what plan has been concocted by his crazy grandmother.
A/n:
I'm lazy and used my other oc's name I think it fits though.
Not that it matters right now but pairing ideas I have some ideas but I like having feed back.