[ The question visibly startles the younger man. There seem to be many Westerosi here, and while most of them had been friends or uncaring about the events surrounding the Iron Throne, Loras is wary. Is this man also friend, or was he foe?
He eyes the man a little more cautiously. Yes, he thinks. Yes, he knows this man. A tournament, perhaps? ]
I am.
[ A sinking feeling starts to come over him. A pang of recognition and a spark of anger, and Loras forces himself to stand a little taller to try to be a ghost of what he once was. ] I am Loras Tyrell.
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He eyes the man a little more cautiously. Yes, he thinks. Yes, he knows this man. A tournament, perhaps? ]
I am.
[ A sinking feeling starts to come over him. A pang of recognition and a spark of anger, and Loras forces himself to stand a little taller to try to be a ghost of what he once was. ] I am Loras Tyrell.