5

As he and Loras exited his father's solar, he could not help but smile at his friend, Loras seemingly jumping with excitement. The conversation took an odd turn when Loras mentioned Arthur Dayne and his father looking at him as if he just insulted Robert or Jon Arryn, but he understood that Arthur Dayne was one of the most honorable men to ever live in Westeros, so no one should mock him. The conversation took a turn for the better moments later when Jon changed the subject, and it seemed to work; in the end, Loras and his father seemed to get along just fine, which he was glad for, Loras maybe even more than he.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat before we spar?" asked Loras.

"No, I think that I will try to find Sansa," replied Jon.

"As you wish, good luck."

"Thank you, I'm going to need it." As the two parted ways, Jon went to see if Sansa is at her lessons with the septa. As he went to the room, he heard septas voice speaking to Sansа and then chastising Arya for something she had done. Jon remembered his time at Winterfell and how the septa would treat him; she was not much better than lady Catelyn. Now, as he stood leaning at the entrance of the room looking at his two sisters, he could not help but smile. Septa might have hated him, but at least she is good with them. He knocked on the door, which made the septa turn her attention from Sansa's embroidery to him.

"My lord," she said. Both Sansa and Arya turned to look at him.

"Hey there," Jon said.

"Jon!" shouted Arya quickly got up from her chair and ran to hug her brother. Jon could see that the septas look turned from welcoming to one of disgust.

"Hello, there, little wolf."

"What are you doing here?" the little girl asked excitedly.

"I just came to see what you and your sister were doing."

"Septa Mordane is making me do embroidery."

"Every proper southern lady should know how to do embroidery." said the septa.

"Well, I'm not a southerner nor a lady," said Arya, which made the septa grimace.

"You should take your lessons, little wolf; they are important," said Jon.

"But they are boring. I would rather train with Syrio."

"Well, both kinds of lessons are important, the one the septa teach and ones that Syrio does," Jon said this but wasn't sure if he really meant it. He disliked the septa as much as she did him, and to be honest, she was a preacher of a foreign religion, which northerners did not look kindly to.

"Forgive me, septa, but I wished to speak with my sister. Alone."

"That is not possible; they are having their lessons now." the septa said in a dismissive tone.

"Our father has given me permission." she glared at him for a moment before relenting and nodding. "Arya, go with the septa."

"But you said you wanted to talk."

"Yes, I did, but I want to talk with Sansa."

"But."

"If you give us some time to talk, I promise that I will bring you to my next sparing session with Loras." Her eyes went from disappointed to excite as she looked at him.

"You promise."

"Aye, I promise."

"Fine, I will leave you two to talk," Arya said and exited with the septa. Jon watched as the two left before turning his gaze to Sansa.

"We have nothing to talk about," said Sansa.

"Yes, we do, Sansa."

"No, we don't," she said as she got up from her chair and started walking towards the door, only to be stopped by Jon stepping in front of her.

Jon gave her a pleading look. "Sansa, please, you are my sister; tell me why you treat me like this."

"Why? You wish to know why?" She snarled.

"Yes."

She stared at him for a moment and then spoke, "You left Jon, you just left. You were my brother, and you left, I loved you more than any other, and you just abandoned me." tears started flowing out of her eyes as she finished the sentence. Jon stared at her, not knowing what to say. "Say something! Tell me, what's your excuse!"

"I-I didn't want to abandon you; I would never just leave you like that."

"But you did, didn't you?" the hurt was apparent in her voice.

"Father wanted me to be fostered."

"You could have said no; you could have asked to be fostered somewhere in the North."

"Father, he had made the arrangement with lord Mace long before I left."

"Why, why would you leave so far away?"

"Because my father wanted something better for me because I wanted something better for myself, better for you."

"What?" she asked, confused.

Jon sighed, "I'm a bastard, I will always be a bastard, I'm the only stain upon our father's good name. Lady Catelyn had made sure I never forget that to always know that. If I stayed, you would have to bear the shame of being seen with your father's disgrace."

"Jon?" she took a step closer and looked him in the eyes.

"I left in the hope that one day I could return home more than just a bastard, that I would make a name for myself, to make our father proud, to make you all proud. The hardest thing I did in my life was leaving Winterfell, watching you all as I rode through those gates, not knowing when I would return."

"Jon I-I..."

Jon lowered his head and looked at the stone floor. "You have every right to be angry with me, little sister, I'm not going to ask you for forgiveness, but I will ask you to give me a chance to prove to you that I care about you, that I'm still and always will be your brother." They stared at each other for a while. What she did next, he honestly did not expect. She put her arm around him and brought him in a tight embrace, tears still flowing down her cheeks.

"Jon," she paused, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He embraced her back.

"There is nothing to be sorry about; it is I who is to blame."

"No, you are not." They stayed like that for a moment, which left like hours before she broke off and looked him in the eyes again. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Don't worry, Sansa, I promise to never abandon you; know that I will always be there for you."

"Thank you, big brother." Jon smiled at Sansa, calling him brother; for a moment, he doubted that she will ever call him that again.

"What now?" she asked.

"I think it would be a good idea to get our sister before she tears the septa apart." Sansa laughed, and he joined her. "And after that, I think we should visit the wolves."

Sansa looked at him, stunned, "You know about them?"

Jon smiled. "Aye, father showed them to me after I arrived. They are beautiful, especially your one."

"Lady in a fine wolf, but the white one is different than the rest of them. Father and Robb originally found five with the mother and him to the side. The runt of the litter Theon called him."

"Hey, just like me."

"No, you are not," she said as she punched his shoulder.

Jon made a hurt sound. "And I thought you were a lady."

"Am a lady. "She said smugly as she continued walking next to him.

Cersei

She did not know what bothered her more, Robert or his stupid tourneys. Every time there is something to celebrate, he throws a tourney even when there is no real reason for it. Her foolish husband enjoyed seeing men beat each other with weapons and knock each other off horses while she did not; she hated it. The only good thing about it all was seeing Jaime in all his glory putting people in their place. The feasts were dull affairs each night the same thing, her oaf of a husband drinking himself into a stupor with other supposed subjects while telling tales of a time long past, when he was once the great Demon of the Trident and now a fat drunk, unlike her brother who only seemed to get better with age. Her beautiful son inherited their looks and personality, which made him perfect; he was going to be a great king one day. But for now, she must put up with the fat fool's whims and wishes. Her father would have made far better hand than lord Eddard, but at least since he arrived, there seemed to be a voice of reason next to her husband. His oldest daughter was a beautiful young girl. If Robert truly wishes for Joffrey to marry her, at least he had picked a good one.

On the other hand, the younger sister was a complete beast; how Lady Catelyn had not disciplined her was beyond her. The feast carried on, and more and more lords filled the hall, and she did not really care until the Tyrells arrived, which did surprise her a bit. She knew that Robert still saw them as dragon supporters, proving that his mind is still stuck in the Rebellion, which could only mean Lord Eddard invited them here. That night she watched as the Tyrell daughter looked towards them at the high table and locked eyes with her son. She gave him a soft smile, which he returned. Lady Olenna was there as well, and the old crone seemed to watch her constantly, only removing her gaze to either look at lord Stark or his bastard. The boy was handsome that much was obvious, and even if he was a bastard, she noticed that several daughters of noble lords keeping their eyes on him. Later she told Joffrey to ask Lady Margaery for a dance to see how the Queen of thorns would react. Joffrey was a magnificent dancer, and the rose followed him every step, but Olenna's expression did not change; she revealed nothing. After Olenna, Mace, and his wife left, she sent a servant to invite them to a private meal tomorrow, which they accepted. The next day she asked her children to have guests with them, and soon they arrived, Olenna, Mace, his wife, daughter, and second son. When she asked about the whereabouts of the third son Alerie told her that he went to the city with the bastard, a bastard mingling with his betters. Maybe Lady Olenna was not as smart as the stories would have people believe. During that time, she concluded that Mace was a bigger fool than she had thought he to be, his mother and old shrew with a long tongue who does not know her place while Alerie and the children seemed friendly enough although the way the daughter spoke and looked at her Joffrey made it quite clear what she wants, she wants him. All the stupid talk got on her nerves, and she had to plaster on a smile for most of their time together, but it was worth it in the end; she knew what their endgame was. Like Sansa, Margaery was pretty enough, but she had something the Stark girl didn't have ambition, which was clear. She would still need more information, which she knew how to obtain; a few more hours with the prince would not hurt. As she was standing looking out onto the city below, a glass of vine in hand, the door of her room opened, and the all too familiar sound of armor was heard behind her; seconds later, the door closed, and she turned around.

"So how did the meeting with the Tyrells go?" asked her brother.

She put the wine glass on a small table near her. "The roses and going after Joffrey," she said with a tone that made her distaste of the Tyrells clear.

"So, what's the problem?"

"The problem is that we can't let them have him, especially not that old hag Olenna."

"Afraid of a bit competition?" asked Jaime.

"You know what the old rose is like, the girl might be a good match, but if Olenna has her way, the Tyrells will have too much power."

Jaime took several steps towards her and looked her in the eyes. "Relax, Robert might be stupid, but at least that is working to our advantage. He still sees the Tyrells as dragon supporters, and he is obsessed with the Starks. As much as I don't like Ned Stark, his girl seems like a good match for Joffrey, and the Stark has no ambition."

His words brought some comfort and eased her mind. "You are right, at least one good thing to come from Robert, but I'm still going to watch over them. I have already got a number of my spies watching them as we speak."

"Them and that bastard boy." She saw the bastard during the feast; he moved around like he was the prince, and people acted like he was. It is Joffrey who should be adored like that, not some bastard boy from the North. The bastard will be participating in the tourney, so they will have an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Ned Starks bastard is flying too high; I think someone should knock him back to the ground," she said as she cupped his cheek.

"I'm going to enjoy that very much and also seeing the look on Stark's face," he said with a smug smile and brought their lips into a passionate kiss.

Arya

After she and the septa left Jon and her stupid sister alone, she had expected to hear shouting coming from inside, but there was none. Septa took her to another room, where she continued with her damn embroidery. She hated it, she hated septas teachings; a lady must do this; a lady needs to know that all she wants is to learn how to use a sword and get her wolf back. Stupid prince, stupid Sansa, should have never left Winterfell; the only good thing that came out of all this was meeting Jon. She did not really remember him, but she knew what Robb, Sansa, Maester Luwin, and father had told her and her mother's stories, which always depicted Jon in a bad light. So far, Jon seemed good; he reminded her a lot of Robb. The stories she heard about him all said he is a great warrior and can best any knight. It was funny to watch Syrio knock Jon on the ground, but he did last much longer than she did, and Syrio did seem like he was really trying to avoid and block his strikes. Every few seconds, she would stop with her embroidery and try to listen for any signs of them arguing, only to be told by the septa to not pay attention to the bastard and to get back to her lesson. When she called her brother that it did anger her, but she kept quiet, not wanting to cause any more trouble for Jon, Sansa being enough. As she returned to her work, she heard someone talking and laughing in the hallway. It took her a second to realize that the voices belonged to Jon and Sansa. "Jon and Sansa, this can't be right." she thought. She saw next baffled her even more; Jon and Sansa came through the door with smiles on their faces.

"Come on, little wolf don't you want to see the wolf with us?" asked Jon. She looked at them both like something was wrong with them, and they noticed.

"What is it, Arya?" asked Sansa.

"What did you do to him?"

"What do you mean? I did not do anything."

"Jon, tell me if she had done something to you," Arya said, the sentence sounding more like an order than a request.

"She did not do anything, little wolf; we just had a talk and came to an understanding." She looked at them both as if she was taking a measure of them.

"Arya, for god's sake, he fine; I did not do anything to him," Sansa said, slightly annoyed.

"I will go with you just to make sure."

"You can't you still have your lesson." said the septa. She looked back at her only to see the septas gaze turned towards Jon in a look of disapproval.

"I think he had enough lessons for today; we can take one day early," said Sansa.

"My lady." said the septa in protest.

"Don't worry, all will be fine; our big brother is with us," replied Sansa, and the three of them left, leaving the septa with a look of annoyance and anger on her face. As they were making their way to the stables where the wolves were kept, the three Starks came across Ser Jaime and Ser Meryn.

"Lady Sansa, lady Arya, Lord Stark," said Jaime addressing each one; when he looked at Jon, he gave him a smug smirk. She knew that what he said to Jon was only to mock him.

"Ser Jaime," Sansa said and did a curtsy while Arya and Jon only stared angrily at the Kingslayer. As the two knights passed next to them and went on their way, the Starks looked at them, especially Arya.

"Smug prick," said Arya.

"Arya!" shouted Sansa.

"What? He is." Jon could not hold his laugh at his little sister. After Jon composed himself, they returned to where they were going. When they arrived at the stable, Sansa immediately ran towards the cage where her wolf was being kept.

"Lady," she said as he approached the cage and grabbed the bars. The she-wolf got up and walked to lick Sansa's hand. She started giggling at the wolf's show of affection. Jon and Arya stood behind her for a moment before Arya knelt beside her sister and started feeding the wolf sausages they picked up from one of the servants, which the wolf ate greedily. Arya smiled at the gray wolf. She looked at the white one; the wolf was staring at Jon and Jon at him, blood-red eyes meeting dark gray. This wolf was different from the rest in more ways than one; he was completely white, his eyes were red instead of yellow, and he never makes any sound. Father had originally wanted to keep him for himself but then decided to give him to Jon when he finally arrived.

"You know that he is yours right," said Arya as she looked at Jon.

"I know little wolf father, and I spoke about it."

"You did?" asked Sansa.

"Aye, we did; we have also spoken about me taking Lady we with also." Sansa turned from her wolf to look at Jon, a look of shock on her face.

"You can't!" Sansa said in a pleading tone.

"I'm sorry, Sansa, but my father had made his decision. He thinks that I should watch over her, at least for now." Sansa stared at her brother, tears slowly forming in her eyes.

"Why can't she stay here?"

"A city like this is not a place for a Direwolf, let alone a cage. She needs to be free."

"I know, but-but I want her here with me." Jon moved closer and put one hand on her shoulder.

"I know you do, but it better like this, and it's not forever you can come to visit. By the time you are older, you might even get her back."

"You think so."

"I know so." Jon pulled Sansa into a hug. "I know it's hard, but that's how things must be for now."

"I know," she said, sobbing.

"Don't worry, I promise to take good care of her, and I think Willas is going to enjoy having two dire wolves around the castle to obsess over."

"Lord Willas?"

"Aye, he is good with animals; he breeds hounds and horses, so having a chance to look at something that has been considered as a myth by Maesters would be too good to pass. And lord Mace is probably going to boast to everyone that he has two mythical wolves walking around his castle."

"Thank you, Jon."

As she watched the two of them, Arya could not help but think about her own wolf; she had to chase it away to not be killed by the stupid prince. At least she is safe somewhere out there, free like she should be. When her father said that the two other wolves will be put inside a cage, she protested but to no avail. Father said that the king had made himself clear and that the dire wolves must be kept in a cage or killed. She was really starting to hate the royal family, the king, the Queen, and the prince. The Robert she saw was not the man they were told about; he was not a great warrior who could lead armies or beat a dragon prince, he was a fat man who likes to drink too much, and the Queen was an arrogant bitch who only cared for herself and her precious son. If she were her father, she would have never left home, never left her mother, Robb, Bran, Rickon.

After her siblings broke off their hug, Arya asked: "So what are you going to name him?"

Sansa looked at Arya and then back at Jon.

"Ghost, his name is Ghost," replied Jon.

"Ghost," said Arya and chuckled. "It's obvious why."

"Yeah, I think it suits him." The wolf looked at Jon as if to confirm it. The three of them stayed there, feeding the wolves and having fun for a while until a servant came running to them.

"Ser Jon." said the servant. They looked at him, thinking that maybe something is wrong.

"What is it?" asked Jon.

"Ser Loras has sent me to look for you; you are late for the sparring session."

Jon slapped his forehead, "Loras, I forgot."

"He is waiting for you in the courtyard."

"Alright, tell him that I will be there in a minute." the servant nodded and went on his way.

"Do you really have to leave?" asked Arya.

"Yeah, if I leave him there alone, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"Alright," said Sansa.

"Wait, you said you will take to watch you spar."

"I did and will, so come on. Sansa, you wish to come with us. I'm sure Loras would be happy to meet you."

"Ser Loras," she said, her cheeks becoming read.

"Yes, now come on."

"Alright," replied Sansa.

"You like him, don't you?" teased Arya.

"L-Loras." Sansa stuttered at the thought of the knight. "He is one of the best knights in the land and certainly in the Reach."

"But not the best," said Jon.

"And who would that be?" asked Sansa while looking at Jon, her eyes narrowed.

"Yours truly," replied Jon smugly.

"As if," said Sansa.

"What me to prove it?"

"Yes."

"Fine, I will beat Loras now and prove it to you."

"I have to see this," said Arya. In a fight between her brother and the knight of the flowers, she knew who would win, but she still wanted to see her brother trashing the Reach rose. As they arrived at the training area, they could see ser Loras coming towards them.

"Where have you been?" he asked, clearly annoyed at her brother.

"I have been spending time with my sisters," the knight looked at the two of them. "Loras, I want you to meet lady Sansa and Arya you probably remember from last night unless you were too drunk by then."

"I remember the little she-wolf, too pretty to be a knight she said," Loras said with a smile and then looked at her sister "Lady Sansa, it is an honor," he said as he bowed and kissed her hand.

"The honor is mine Ser Loras," Sansa replied and did a perfect curtsy while blushing.

"I hope your brother had told you about me."

"He told very little Ser." Loras looked at Jon.

"You hurt me, Jon," he said in an over-exaggerated tone.

"Quit whining and let us do what you dragged me here for."

"Aye, let's give these noble ladies a show. Ready to lose Snow."

"Only in your dreams, pretty boy." The two moved towards the wall where a group of swords was stacked, and each took one and put on some protective gear. Sansa and Arya moved to the side. The two men quickly made their way to the center.

"Shall we?" Loras asked with a small bow that someone could easily find mocking, and Arya did so.

"I think we shall, to five Loras?" said Jon.

"Aye, five it is."

Loras attacked first, aiming for Jon's right arm only for the strike to be blocked easily. The next several strikes were aimed towards Jon's shoulders or chest, but he parried them all. It was then when he went on an attack. One quick slash towards Loras's chest, but the knight blocked it as well, then Jon made several consecutive strikes towards the Tyrells left shoulder only for them to be blocked. As he was about to attempt the move again, Loras prepared to block it, only for Jon to switch the side of the attack in the last second to strike the right shoulder and leg quickly. Both Arya and her sister looked amazed at the move and how fast their brother had pulled it.

Jon took a few steps back and smiled at Loras. "It that the best you got," Loras smirked at went on an attack once again, this time managing to score a point when he caught Jon on the thigh. For the next few minutes, no one scored a point until Jon managed to get behind Loras and strike him across the back. Loras turned around to face Jon and moved several steps to the left. The two carefully watched each other waiting for the other one to make a move. Jon moved towards Loras and made a quick attack at his chest, which the Tyrell avoided.

"They are going at it again." a female voice was heard saying behind her and Sansa; they both turned to see a beautiful brown-haired woman and several other people behind her. Arya recognized her as ser Loras's sister Margaery. She smiled at them as she came closer and looked at Arya. "Hello, Arya,"

"Hello, lady Margaery."

Margaery then turned to her sister, "Forgive me, I'm Margaery Tyrell, and you must be Jon's sisters Sansa."

"Lady Margaery," said Sansa stunned.

"Yes," said the woman with a soft smile.

"It is a pleasure, my lady," said Sansa while doing a curtsy.

"The pleasure is all mine, lady Sansa. Jon has told me a lot about you."

"Really?" Sansa asked, blushing slightly.

"Yes, he did; he called you his favorite sister."

"Hey," Ayra said, clearly disappointed, "Why I'm not the favorite one?"

"You did not spend any time with Jon as I did," replied Sansa. As much as she hated it, Arya knew that her sister was right; Jon left long before she could remember. The sound of swords clashing turned their attention from each other back to the fight. The three girls watched as swords collided, again and again, each of the two knights in front of them refusing to be the one who loses. As Loras was about to make a move towards Jons's left leg, Jon quickly managed to get out of the way of the attack and hit Loras at the arm and then on the hand, making him drop his sword. As Lora's sword fell to the ground, Jon moved his sword towards Loras's neck.

"Yield," said Jon.

"I yield," replied Loras. Jon bent down and picked up the sword from the ground, and handed it back to Loras. "We said to give you did not need to do that."

"Well, we do have an audience, so I thought I give them a big finish," said Jon with a smile.

"And you say I show off."

"You show off too much; I show off when I need to."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm still going to beat you."

"We will see."

Watching her brother fight ser Loras was exciting, mostly because her sister and Lady Margaery were there. Lady Margaery probably knew how good Jon really was, but seeing Sansa's face when the Tyrells sword fell to the ground and Jon pointing his sword at Lora's neck was priceless. Her brother was not someone to be pushed around, and she will be the same. Comparing Jon with Robb, it was apparent that Jon was the better fighter of the two. She wished that they could have met sooner or that they at least visited Highgarden with father. But her brother is here with them now; there is no pint dwelling on the past.

Sansa

When she got up this morning, she did not even think that she would willingly spend time with Jon. For some reason, Arya took an immediate liking to him as soon as she saw him, while she was still hurt and refused to even talk to him. When he arrived to speak, she wanted nothing more than to leave, but he stopped her, and she was now glad that he did. She never really thought about how he felt about leaving or why he did it, she just thought he left because he wanted to, but after hearing his reasons, she could not help but feel like a fool. When they were little, he was always the caring brother who was still there when she needed him; he was always there to help even when her mother wanted him as far away from her as possible. Realizing that everything she thought and was told by her mother was wrong and that he was still the same brother she remembered made her angry, angry at herself that she even considered those things and how she initially treated him when he arrived. She still remembers the day when Jon left.

They were standing in the Winterfell courtyard, she, Robb, father, and even mother. She held a small doll in her hands as she watched him say his goodbye to father, then to Robb, and finally her.

"Good luck Snow, the next time we see each other, you will be a knight," said Robb, and she could hear her mother groan in disapproval.

"When I get knighted, I will return, and then we can truly see who is better."

"I will be happy to do so." Then he came to her.

"Don't worry, little red, I will be back."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my honor." He patted her on the head and gave her one final hug before walking towards his horse. As she watched him walk away, she could now hold herself back any longer, and she ran to him, embracing him from the back.

"Don't go, please." she cried, her eyes filling with tears.

"I must my winter rose, but I will be back."

"Please." she pleaded even more. She could feel his body stiffen. As they stood there, their father approached.

"Sansa, your brother must go."

"Why can't I come with him?"

"I'm sorry, Sansa, but you can't, you are too little to be fostered, and I wish you here with your mother and me. Your brother will return."

"I don't want him to leave."

"Sansa." her father said, his voice a bit more commanding. Not wanting to make their father angry, she let go of Jon and proceeded to watch as Jon mounted his horse and slowly rode away, turning around, giving them one last look as he went through the gates. As soon as Jon was out of sight, her mother stormed off back into the castle while she, Robb, and father stayed there in the yard, silently watching. Later that night, as she and Robb were making their way back to their rooms to take rest for the night, they heard shouting coming from her father's solar. At first, they were reluctant, but, in the end, their curiosity got the better of them. They looked at each other and decided to venture close.

"It should be your son who is fostered in Highgarden, not some bastard!" they heard their mother shout.

"Jon is my son." their father replied.

"Robb is your trueborn son, your heir, not that bastard."

"I made my decision; Robb will stay here with us."

"By the seven Ned do you have any sense, Robb should have been sent to the Tyrells, and we could have maybe even arranged to him to marry their daughter."

"Enough Cat, even if I wanted to change the deal, it is too late to do anything now. Jon will be fostered by Mace Tyrell, and that is final." After that, they heard footsteps coming towards the door, and they quickly made their way to their rooms.

Now, as she watched Jon beat ser Loras Tyrell with lady Margaery and Arya beside her, she could not help but be amazed by her brother; he was skilled, very skilled. He might even be able to be the winner of the tourney. After the fight had been finished, they long with lady Margaery, and ser Loras went to where the Tyrells were staying. They sat there for a while, just talking; she was most interested in the topic on the Reach and the tales of its knights and balls. Lady Margaery and her ladies answered her every question, and even Jon helped. She was surprised when she found out that one of the ladies was Mira Forrester, the daughter of one of her father's banners. Soon they were joined by Ser Garlan and seeing the comradery between her brother and the two Tyrells brought a smile to her face. She especially took a liking to ser Loras; he is exceptionally handsome, with golden eyes and long, flowing brown hair and a beautiful smile. She remarked how Margaery and ser Loras look like they are twins even more than the Queen and her brother. She noticed that Margaery and Jon were getting odd looks every so now and then, and she also saw the way Mira looked at him.