"I love Omar. He is the only family I truly have left. I will protect him from everything and anyone if I have to. Including you." Sansa says as she looks at Loras with a fierce expression, but her words made the king angry. "You? You want me to believe you did all of this to protect Omar from me? How exactly would that have worked? Tommen would have named him heir?" Loras asks sarcastically laughing. Sansa rolls her eyes. "Tommen wanted Omar before he even became king. And believe me or not, I have all the faith that he wouldn't have hurt him, but I was not so sure about the rest that would have circled him like vultures. But no, I wouldn't have risked placing him in Tommen's hands regardless." "Then?" "Do you think that Tommen would have lasted more than a year on the throne? He would have been the traitorous fool that overthrew a great king, the people would have revolted. And what better option would have been than the son of the great Loras Dardarian? He would have been the n

"He just stormed off?" Tamara asks, pacing around her room, still dressed in her nightgown."Without a word..." Astrid sits down, on the sofa, feeling hallow inside. She should have told him... Initially, she was mad at whoever brought this letter to him, then at herself because she wrote it down, and then at Loras because he just walked away. But as time passed, she realized that she only had herself to blame. She knows Loras, she knows he wouldn't have been against her wishing to take some time before a child, he would have supported her. Then why on earth did she feel the need to lie?"Who gave him that? What was in your head when you wrote that?" The princess asks, repeating Astrid's circle of blame."I don't know. I woke up and he was in the study room, reading it. As for why... I thought I was dying, I didn't want that lie to live forever in between us.""Astrid that is by law, treason against the king! Even if he forgives you, it can still cause a mess. Who had access to it?" T

"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

"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

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