"I will let each of you say whatever you want to say before I begin. So?" Loras asks looking at each of them."Please don't look at Omar any different because of me... If a punishment is in order it should be only mine." Lysa jumps the boat before any of them could and Astrid looks confused at Tamara. The princess is surprised too."Why can't you understand that Omar is my son as much as he is yours? I am tired of everyone trying to protect him from me. For the love of God, if I wanted to get rid of my own child, not you, not Sansa, not this entire world would be able to stop me. But why on Earth would I want that?" Loras loses his calm for a second. The frustration is clear in his eyes as they throw fire daggers at Lysa."History proves that this can change. He is a child now. No one thinks you would hurt your child, but once he grows? Once you're both men that disagree with each other?" Lysa doesn't back down."So you just try to accelerate this supposed process? You spend the most
Wife? How would that even work? The king is not allowed to marry. He has a harem. The laws. After a war, everything is unstable. This entire thing can be disastrous. No one would support such a thing. How would the laws of succession work if they would be married?There are a million reasons why this is a bad idea. There are even more reasons why she should say no. He shouldn't even ask such a doomed question.But...There is a reason why her answer is going to be yes. Because she loves him. And if that's not enough, then nothing is."Yes..." She whispers, still shocked. "Yes... " A bit louder this time."Yes yes yes!" She shouts with excitement.The ring is gorgeous. A black teardrop diamond in the middle, surrounded by a dozen of smaller, white ones, giving a grey reflection. Just like her eyes.Loras gets up and kisses her. A kiss not filled with lust, not filled by attraction, but one filled with smiles, joy and laughter."But how this will even work? The laws?" She asks after the
"Father, where are we going?" Omar asks for the fourth time in about just as many minutes as the carriage slowly makes its way through the woods."We are going on a trip, my little lizard." Loras gives the same answer with a content smile.Except for Omar's enthusiasm, the atmosphere is quite tense in the carriage. Tamara ignores Loras entirely, still upset about the whole situation at yesterday's diner and the fact that she was dragged on this trip without being told anything about it. Astrid feels awkward to be next to them when they are mad, so she spends her time playing little games with the prince. While Loras... Well, the king reads through James' letters and writes things down in a small book, acting like there is nothing wrong in the world.They even stop for a picnic next to a nice lake. Mostly because Omar had started to become increasingly bored in the carried, but also because Astrid mentioned to the king that the place looks breathtaking.While there, Loras starts playin
The night passes slowly as Astrid can't get any sleep. The war is over, but another one, closer to her heart had just started. She looks at Loras who is peacefully asleep, holding Omar in his arms. If her staying by his side will harm him, will she have the power to walk away? He declared that she is free to make her own choices, but is that even an option? Where would she even go?So many questions and the only way to find answers is to choose a path and walk on it until it's too late to change something. How ironic fate is, isn't it?With her hand, she gently caresses Omar's messy hair. If she will have a child, a son... will she fight against this little one? Maybe as a mother, she will care about her children's future more than anything, but... That is a problem too. If Loras marries her, will that make Omar a bastard in the eyes of God?Everything feels so complicated, when what she wants feels so simple... peace and to spend a lifetime with the people she loves.Astrid sighs and
Tamara enters the study of the old palace with a restrained annoyed expression. She doesn't look at Loras, she barely greets Astrid, and then she focuses all her attention on the little prince. Loras doesn't comment, he just lets her be while Astrid is still not sure what to even say to her. They wait for a while until the door opens and a high pitched scream breaks the tense silence. "Omar!" Lysa cries while running to her son with her arms wide open. The little prince looks a bit confused at his mother's excitement but is still very happy to see her. Loras gives her a few minutes to calm down before asking the maids to take Omar outside for a minute. Hearing this, Lysa becomes pale as a ghost, squishing him even harder to her chest. "No... please... One more moment!" She begs while Omar struggles in her arms. "Maids!" Loras shows no mercy and she has no choice but to let him go. He looks upset, seeing his mother cry, but takes the maid's hand after Loras reassures him that his
"What happened? Is there something wrong?" Loras asks once the medic calls them back inside."No, Your Majesty. Quite the opposite. The young lady is in great shape, but from now on I recommend bed rest for as long as possible and to adapt her diet to one rich in milk and vegetables. Trying avoiding fats and too much sugar.""Is it something wrong with her diet? I told you, you eat too little!" Tamara asks the medic and then turns to scold Astrid in one breath."Her diet should change, Your Grace as it's important for the child in her womb to get everything they need." The medic explains."Child? What child? Are you pregnant? Tamara bursts out in shock and then turns to the medic. "Why didn't you start with that?!""Forgive me, Your Grace. Usually, it's the mother that wants to give the news herself, but I can understand the shock might be too fresh for the lady now." She turns to the king. "Congratulations, Your Majesty! May God give us a healthy prince or princess!"Loras is just as
"Your Majesty, do you still wish to stop at the lake mansion?" A guard asks Loras outside. The king rode along the carriage together with Lysa. It became too crowded and he didn't want Astrid to have to sit uncomfortably."The lake mansion?" Astrid asks confused, but Tamara seems even more surprised."It was my mother's house. My father gifted her the land since she loved that lake. She later built the mansion with her own money. We haven't been there in years as it's quite a … sentimental place. Her grave is there too...""Astrid?" Loras' voice gets through the curtains. "How are you feeling?""I'm perfectly fine." She answers and physically she is, but inside, she holds a waterfall of fear, anxiety, and doubt."Do you think you can handle a two hour detour?""Yes. I am fine!" She came as too strong with the answer and Tamara throws her a curious look."Are you sure? We can stop and...""I'm fine! Why does no one believe me?" She snaps and quickly covers her own mouth, "Sorry...""I
The next morning comes painfully slow as Astrid finds herself unable to sleep again. The avalanche of mixed feelings, fears and hopes is taking over every time she dares to close her eyes. At her side, Loras is peaceful, with his closed eyes and relaxed face, the king almost looks like he's smiling.She brushes the tip of her fingers over the lines of his face. She does this so often when she can not sleep. It is so relaxing. To feel him, to take in all the small details about his gorgeous face, to reassure herself that he is real and he is sitting right next to her. Sometimes everything feels like a mirage. Especially at night, when everything is quiet, and there is nothing chaotic going on... it's easy to wonder if everything is real. Because her life does feel like a fairy tale. She was a simple girl, another face in the crowd that wouldn't command a second look, then she lost everything, she wasn't even a simple girl anymore, she was a nobody, a slave among hundreds of others. And