Being with Renly all night meant a good shag most of the night, which also meant good sleep for once. His dreams weren't plagued with his usual nightmares and he only stirred a little when Renly left the bed. He felt safe and secure and understood the difference between being asleep and awake. He knew that Renly was here with him, he could hear his groggy voice and feel his warm body, his soft lips against his temple and the shift of the mattress as the would be king left the bed. On any other morning, he might not have let Renly out of his sight, but Loras was content and savoured being able to curl back underneath the bedcovers where Renly's scent clung.
He was almost back to full sleep, drifting into a world of blissful nothingness when he heard his name being shouted. Despite having a dreamless night, he was thrust right back into the memory of Renly, dead before Loras could get there. Instantly, his eyes opened and he threw off the covers. He didn't bother dressing. When he came down to the kitchen and dining room, he was naked, looking around, ready to grab for a knife. "What?" he asked. "What is it?"