Loras twisted the goblet around in his grasp, leaning against one of the feast tables as he lazily popped a dessert into his mouth. It was the wedding of his sister, Margaery, to Joffrey Baratheon. A distasteful young man in his opinion, but he supposed he could enjoy the food the wedding provided.

Though as Loras ate and drank, his gaze was locked onto a certain young lady/man, watching them carefully the entire time, afterall, they were Renly Baratheon's child, the child of his deceased (and secret) lover, all he had left of Renly, he'd hate to lose that child. They were also his sister's child as she was married to Renly and the child was the result of their completely political union. Which also made you his neice/nephew.

Loras' brow raised as he noticed how miserable the young lady/man was, not that he blamed them, afterall, their mother was remarrying, not that the young lady/man ever got to actually meet their father, it was still an awkward experience, he supposed.