The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there’s a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei’s face. - Loras Tyrell
Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei’s face.

they could be twins, cersei thought as she watched them. ser loras was a year older than his sister, but they had the same big brown eyes, the same thick brown hair falling in lazy ringlets to their shoulders, the same smooth unblemished skin.
Margaery is not like a regular sister, she’s a cool sister.