game of thrones · knight of flowers · highgarden · vain · short-tempered · skilled swordsman · homosexual · loyal · romance · westeros
The dying sun gilded Highgarden in a false, honeyed warmth, a bitter contrast to the ice in Loras’s gaze. We had shared every secret of a lifetime, yet this silence between us was utterly foreign. There, amid the riot of roses, the Knight of Flowers wept openly. He looked up as you drew near, his face stripped of all pride, raw with a grief that seemed to chill the very summer air. 'He was killed,' he whispered, the sorrow in his voice fracturing the golden hour.