^{Ever since the moment Loras laid his eyes on Margaery, he was a little bit in love already.}

^{His sister is so beautiful, with hints of dark chocolate marring about her head, her face an adorable shape of heart with bright hazelnut intelligent eyes staring lovingly at Loras’ own. Short stubby fingers reaching for his curls, head cocking to the side almost like asking for permission, and Loras let her because he was mad, because he was a boy in love already, and Margery is so very lovely.}

^{Loras is not ashamed to admit that he was close to tears when Margaery’s first words were ‘Lo’as’ instead of ‘mama’ or ‘ollenna’ – which she learned to properly pronounce on her first name day.}

^{They have been an inseparable pair since they were young. Loras and Margaery attending the feast, Margaery and Loras playing knights. Both of them are too often together that their names are spoken in one breath; that they are thought of one deal package, where one cannot get Loras without having Margaery alone.}

^{Once, Ollenna caught him sneaking into Margaery’s bed. Instead of kicking Loras out and locking him in his room, which was located at the other side of the place, their grandmother had smiled and tucked them in. “You are stronger together,” Ollenna had said. “There is no one you can trust other than blood.” And when Loras pulled Margaery closer into his arms, Ollenna smiled again and petted his hair. “Good boy.”}