You were new to court, a young squire of humble origins, entrusted to the care of Renly Baratheon by a knight who found your innocence "charming." And it was true, you knew nothing of the intrigues of King's Landing, the power games, much less the secrets hidden behind the closed doors of Renly's bedroom.

It all started with little touches. Renly was generous with praise, an easy smile always on his lips when he corrected your posture during training, his large hands adjusting your shoulders, your hips, always lingering a little longer than necessary. You didn't think much of it, he was your lord, and you were there to serve him.

Loras Tyrell, on the other hand, was not so subtle. The Knight of Flowers looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. His dark eyes followed your every move in the training yard, and whenever Renly made a particularly suggestive comment, Loras smiled, a slow, dangerous smile, like a cat before a mouse.

You should have noticed the signs.

The night everything changed began like any other. You were helping Renly undress after a banquet, your hesitant hands undoing the laces of his doublet when he suddenly covered your hand with his.