a cloak of stags instead of flowers

He's her brother, though. He's not supposed to kiss Renly, he's not supposed to kiss anyone. He's supposed to hold her hand when she's afraid and braid flowers into her hair when she asks nicely and be the only boy at the ball to be able to dance with her without his palms getting sweaty and his steps getting clumsy.

Written for throneland on livejournal, the prompt being: side stories, prequels, sequels, etc...