For Loras, the crown was something of a bittersweet memory. The crown represented what should have been, were Renly to live, and it represented just why Renly had died. It reminded Loras of Brienne, of searching, of the war he'd fought in. Loras squeezed Renly's hand, if only to ensure that the man was here.
Not wanting to look at it any longer, Loras turned from it and looked at Renly instead, his own eyes shining with tears. "I'm still not sorry that you became King," he said. The only thing he was ever sorry for was that he'd been too late.