Loras' eyes fell shut. His hand gently squeezed the back of Margaery's neck. The closeness between him and his sister could not be outmatched, by anyone. Not Obi. Not Renly. Just like his closeness to them could not be denied.
"I know that," he promised. "I should not have second guessed it." Her hair was soft against the backs of his knuckles. He raised his lips to her forehead. "No matter what they say, this will be your home for as long as you want it to be." Even if they both lost everything from their parents.