Oh, a happy picture of these two. I'm kinda pity for Loras, as he completely devastated after Renly death.





"It was strange to see the Knight of Flowers all in white when before he had always been as colorful as a rainbow. "How old are you, Ser Loras?" Tyrion asked him.



"Seventeen, my lord."



Seventeen, and beautiful, and already a legend. Half the girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to bed him, and all the boys want to be him. "If you will pardon my asking, ser - why would anyone choose to join the Kings guard at seventeen?"



"Prince Aemon the Dragonknight took his vows at seventeen," Ser Loras said, "and your brother Jaime was younger still."



"I know their reasons. What are yours? The honor of serving beside such paragons as Meryn Trant and Boros Blount?" He gave the boy a mocking grin. "To guard the king's life, you surrender your own. You give up your lands and titles, give up hope of marriage, children . . . "



"House Tyrell continues through my brothers," Ser Loras said. "It is not necessary for a third son to wed, or breed."



"Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?"



"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."