A/N: Not the whole PoV, just what I was able to write until now, sorry about that.

The walls of the city towered over the army. The shadows from the sunrise enveloped the first assault lines and Loras Tyrell could almost smell their nervousness.

That wouldn’t do.

“Siege ladders!” He raised his sword. “Forward!”

The crews moved fast, but not fast enough.

“His Grace promised a lordship to the first man to reach the walls!” He hadn’t, but Renly would smile, accept and commend him all the same. “For the King! For Renly!”

“For the King!”

The crews moved faster, the archers not far behind.

It was enough. For now, that is.

With the first wave sent, Loras turned his gaze to the hill his king was occupying and smiled.

He was given a task of utmost importance. Renly would never say it out loud, but the boy king needed to die today. It was obvious, it was clear. It was fate.

Everyone knew a boy couldn’t command… well, most boys couldn’t command. The Starks were exceptional in that respect. That much he could admit.

But Joffrey was not Robb Stark, and it showed.

The archers atop the walls had started shooting before time, and wasted arrows by the hundreds. The slingers that gave them so much grief in previous assaults were a non factor now. And the most egregious mistake of them all: a formation stationed before the gate.

The boy truly was his own worst enemy it seemed— If Cersei Lannister didn’t exist, Loras reminded himself.

The Starks may have crushed the Lannister’s armies in the Riverlands, but it was Cersei’s actions what pushed both great houses into war.

A war that only delayed the inevitable. For there was no one better or more deserving of the throne than Renly.

The sunlight blinded him for a second before he saw it.

A ladder to the right was able to latch to the wall. Before Loras could order reinforcements, the defenders broke the ladder with axes and rocks.

That was… unexpected.

And pointless.

King’s Landing was falling today, no matter what. “Don’t falter!”

His men didn’t need to be told twice.

Soon enough a second ladder latched, and then a third. And yet, it wasn’t enough.

Some people would say a victory is a victory. They were fools.

A victory needed to be majestic, needed to be worthy of songs.

Renly didn’t want a simple victory, his dynasty needed to show how strong it was to the realm at large.

Luckily for his king, Loras was here.

A bitter fight broke in the walls and Loras knew his time had come.

“To me!” he called his knights. “King’s Landing is ripe for the taking!”

The wind made his seven-colored cloak flutter and his heart race. He wasn’t as smart as Willas, or as strong as Garlan, but he had something they did not.

Someone to fight for. Hopefully, that would be enough.

No.

It would be enough.

With a leap he dismounted his horse after the short gallop and got himself into the ladder.

The sound of screams and steel on steel accompanied his climb. Other men would’ve felt the jitters of battle, but not Loras. His fingers twitched and his senses sharpened with every rung his feet carried him past. Until, with a final push, he found himself atop the walls.

Instantly, his hand raised his sword. “Forward!” he roared.

A stab made a gold cloak gurgle his last breath, a swing of his sword cut the arm of another, and a mailed fist stunned his opponent long enough for Loras to reach his dagger and finish him.

Men hollered in terror, men screamed in anguish; men killed, men died, and through it all, Loras knew this was his place.

He dodged a spear aiming for his head. “For Renly!” he roared and delivered death.

Something hit his shoulder. An arrow, most like. He went low and pierced a knight from under his helmet. “King Renly!” he roared and found cover behind the armored corpse.

Arrows struck his improvised shield and Loras took this moment of respite to look around him. They were winning, but it was barely noticeable. The blood in the walls was as much theirs as it was of the defenders.

It wouldn’t do.

“Renly!”

He pulled his sword. With a fluid movement he cut the hamstrings of the man in front.

He moved forward. Always forward. His king was counting on him, he wouldn’t disappoint him.

Step by step. Swing by swing. Even if Tywin sent the entirety of King’s Landing against him, Loras knew he would prevail. It was his lucky day, because fighting in these godforsaken walls felt exactly that way.

For every man he slew, one of his men fell. For every soldier the Lannisters lost, two more raced to occupy the fallen’s place.

It felt like an endless battle.

It felt as if he was thrown in the midst of the Mander with his armor weighing him down and told to swim.

It was great.

He stopped feeling wind on the gaps of his armor. He stopped hearing the screams of the men around him, only the sound of steel remained. His eyes didn’t recognize faces anymore, it was only his men, and his enemies now. From one moment to the next, his armor became his skin, he couldn’t remember a time not wearing.

And his sword… there was no sword. One of his arms was longer and had an edge.

The world became clear. Truthful.

There was only Loras and the enemy in front of him and only one of them was smiling.

A thud at his feet broke the spell and returned him to reality.

The royal banner, half a lion and half a stag was merely thirty yards in front of him. He was close.

He allowed himself a heartbeat to catch his breath. The squire whose death woke him from his trance lay at a Kingsguard’s feet. Alyn Ambrose had done well to follow him thus far, and for that, Loras would make sure to tell his story.

The Kingsguard raised his longsword and put himself in front of his king.

“Surrender your arms, Ser Arys,” Loras said, his voice ragged. “King Renly is merciful to his former enemies.”

“You should follow your own advice, ser,” the Kingsguard said.

A scream made him look from the corner of his eyes. His men were being pushed back.

“They fight for their king,” Ser Arys said.

“Renly is ten times the king Joffrey will ever be,” Loras responded.

“Oh? And yet His Grace is here commanding his soldiers from the front, just like his father used to do.” His faceplate settled on Loras. He could almost feel his gaze directly. “Just like Renly is afraid of doing.”

Loras was on him in an instant. A shield met his sword and a heavy sword crashed into his ribs and drove the air out of his lungs.

A/N: Once again, not the whole Loras’ PoV, sorry for the cliffhanger lol.

Who would’ve thought social stuff could make a weekend so busy.

I’ll try to release the chapter a little early. Hopefully work isn’t as crazy as last week.