A slave in someone's shadow

"Loras?" Astrid calls his name, even though the shadow in front of her doesn't seem to hear her. The surroundings start to tremble and yet another coffin appears.

"I am your brother!" Tommen appears from behind, with a murderous look on his face. "You can't exile me! Not for this!"

"Why did you do it?" Loras' shadow finally moves. It's not him... Just another memory. Another heartbreaking piece of his past.

"I just came back from The South! I didn't even know she is your woman!" Tommen continues.

"Was... She was my woman. Now she's dead." Loras turns around with a swift move and takes out his sword, pressing it against his brother's throat.

"Maybe that's for the best, son."

Since she came to the palace, Astrid has only seen one portrait of the late's king. As the end of his reign left a sour taste in everyone's mouths, no one bothers to remember him.

But now, in this memory, he stands tall and with a somber gaze as he looks at his sons with a frozen expression.

"It was treason. The la