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[rosehasthorns]

[The battle actually hadn't lasted that long. Maybe 40 minutes at most. They had fought Stannis' army just outside their camp and at the end of it all, they had won. A good deal of Stannis' men lay dead on the field and the rest had retreated. Stannis himself hadn't been present but the defeat should be enough to discourage him for a while. Just a while. Loras had no doubt that he'd be back. Stannis had always been stubborn at the worst of times. Still, it had been a good battle and a good victory. Renly should be happy.

During the fight Loras had ended up face to face with a knight twice his age and twice his size. A big, strong man. He was proud to say that he had beheaded the man. Not before taking a nice deep slash to the bicep and a hard mace hit to the ribs but he had still killed the man. That was what was important. To him at least, his squire seemed to disagree. As they rode back to camp the boy was buzzing around him like a particularly obnoxious little bee, asking a million times if he was alright. To which Loras always answered "yes stop asking".

Back in his tent the boy helped him out of his armor, flying into a panic at the sight of the blood seeping through the arm of his cotton undershirt. Before he could stop him the boy scurried from the tent, returning with one of the camp medics. Soon everyone in camp would know he was injured now, thanks to his well intentioned squire. Margaery would be flying in soon and then probably Renly. It was silly. He felt just fine, though the more he settled the more he felt the pain in his side and the stinging of the gash on his arm.]

Really, I'm- [He began but hissed in pain instead as the healer peeled the shirt away from the wound on his arm. Okay, maybe letting someone look at his wasn't the worst idea. When the shirt came off, there was a large and colorful bruise already covering a good deal of his left side. Yes, that probably wasn't good]

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[loveandloyalty]

[He just hums quietly at that, hoping it'll be the full night but not holding his breath on the matter.] I was an excellent master. I paid good coin for the finest master-at-arms I could find for you. [It comes out light, a little teasing. He knows he's never been much of a warrior, but that wasn't why Mace Tyrell sent him Loras. It was a political move, but it had been fortuitous for them all, and young Renly had been eager to make his new squire happy.]

I should think so. Half the ladies in Westeros would want to be where you are right now. [He presses his lips along the line of his jaw, sweet and easy and gentle, and he laughs.] The other half wish to be where I am.

[rosehasthorns]

Yes, he was quite good. We should be thankful to him for making sure I wasn't as hopeless a warrior as you are. [He's actually never minded that Renly isn't a warrior. He's perfectly happy to do all the fighting for both of them and Renly has other strengths. He just can't resist lightly teasing about it]

I'm well aware of that. [He knows how women react to both he and Renly. He finds it amusing, really. That's what the whole rose at tourneys thing is about. That and it's a good way to cover up the fact that the only one he'll ever love happens to be a man] It's too bad for that they will never get to be where either of us is.

[loveandloyalty]

He was eager to have a student who wasn't as hopeless as I was. [Renly never really took it seriously, perhaps because of all the comparisons to Robert. "Robert was such a great warrior." "I'm sure you'll follow in his footsteps." "You look just like Robert, let's see if you fight like him." He is not and has never been his eldest brother, and a sword in his hand has never not felt a little out of place. Still, he does what he must so that his followers may have faith in him, and knows that Loras, the true knight, will always be there beside him.]

I'm sure they would weep on their knees if they knew. [He hums lightly, pressing another few light, gentle kisses to the line of his jaw and throat.] You should rest. You must be in terrible pain and here I am keeping you up.

[rosehasthorns]

Oh, I'm sure. You really are hopeless. You're just lucky that your mind functions well. [He's probably the only one in the world who calls Renly a hopeless warrior with nothing but teasing affection. It really doesn't bother him. Renly is more suited to politics than war and Loras doesn't think there's anything wrong with that]

You say that as if I ever mind you keeping me up.

[loveandloyalty]

You're my sword, and I will make certain you don't botch everything political. [It kind of balances out, Loras is good at courtesy but he's not the finest politician.]

I know you don't mind, but you should still rest. Shall I fetch you some dreamwine?

[rosehasthorns]

[He laughs a bit, scooting closer] Were you afraid of that? I do know how to talk to people, you know.

No. The only thing I want right now is you.

[loveandloyalty]

A little. You have a temper. [He knows Loras wouldn't actually botch anything, at least not purposefully or out of ignorance, but he has to have something to tease him about.

His smile softens a little, and he presses a light kiss to his forehead.] Then I shall stay.