Sansa: “That was when Lord Renly was killed, wasn’t it? How terrible for your poor sister.”
Loras: “For Margaery?” [His voice was tight.] “To be sure.”
#because loras is king renly’s ghost #a lost spirit in his lover’s skin #renly DIED in that armor #renly’s BLOOD is on that armor #there’s a great gaping bloody chest wound in that armor and loras is WEARING it #stannis has a heart on his armor and loras has one on his #renly’s heartblood is on his chest #he is wearing renly’s skin #he’s opened up his dead king and crawled inside #there is no loras anymore there is a spirit with a sword in renly’s skin #it was king renly’s ghost on the battlefield #a ghost who was renly’s #a ghost who is renly’s
The smallfolk say it was King Renly’s ghost, but wiser men know better.
“And this is the one I’ll be remembered for.”
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings and queens.