'Cause you are the piece of me, I wish I didn't need!
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Cause you are, the piece of me,
I wish, I didn't need
Chasing, relentlessly,
Still fight and I don't know why
If our love, is tragedy,
Why are you my remedy?
If our love's, insanity,
Why are you my clarity?
Rachel was in a deep slumber when she suddenly heard a terrifying scream. Her eyes widened open and she quickly shot out of her cama to see what all the commotion was about. She saw everyone was crowded around something but the crowd was too thick that she couldn't make out what was going on. She quickly pushed through the crowd and was horrified por what she saw. There laying in a pool of blood was Bran Stark. Catelyn was hovering over his body sobbing while Ned held onto her. She turned to see Robb shielding his younger sisters eyes from the sight and Jon holding onto a sobbing Rickon. She watched on horrified as they quickly carried the unconscious boy away for treatment.
Rachel's coração ached as she saw Robb's face. She knew he was in deep pain but was trying to hide it so he wouldn't scare his younger siblings. She desperately wanted to go over there and hug him, tell him everything was going to be alright, but she couldn't. As if he knew she was thinking about him Robb turned around and looked right at Rachel. He shook his head slightly at her signaling for her to not worry and assuring her that he was going to be alright. He then quickly grabbed his sisters and stormed off after his father.
Rachel turned around to see her brother Tyrion standing in the back. She quickly walked to him. "What happened?" she asked in hushed whisper.
"Supposedly the boy fell while climbing." Tyrion said, doubt evident in his voice.
"Supposedly?" Rachel pergunta in her eyebrows raising.
Tyrion quickly looked to his side, "The Lannisters are known for bringing misery wherever they go." he said quickly.
Rachel turned to follow his gaze and was shocked to see Tyrion staring at her older siblings. "Are you saying Jaime and Cersei did this?"
"What do you think sister?" Tyrion asked bitterly. "They go to have moments alone in the high towers, which is exactly where that little boy was climbing before he fell."
Rachel groaned, "This is bad. You have to be wrong. Because if your right, the cold war that's been going on between our families will turn into an actual war."
Tyrion shook his head, "I hope I'm wrong too, but we both know that I'm not."
It was now dark out. The dia had been a rough one. All the Starks were cooped up together in Bran's room the entire day. The boy was living but still not awake. No one was sure if he ever would awaken. Rachel waited outside in the grama hoping to at least see Robb for a few minutes. She just had to make sure he was okay. Rachel wished she didn't feel this way. She didn't want to long for this boy. But she couldn't help it.
Rachel stood lost in her thoughts when she suddenly felt two hands snake around her waist. She sighed a breath of relief and quickly turned around to see Robb. "Are you okay?" She asked carefully.
Robb shook his head, "It's bad. My mother is convinced that Bran's accident wasn't an accident. She think someone deliberately threw him down."
Rachel froze up, "Who?" She asked carefully.
"I'm not sure." Robb said shrugging his shoulders. "For all I know it could just be mother letting her anger out."
Rachel nodded her head feeling guilty.
"What's wrong?" Robb asked her concerned. She quickly let out a small smile and leaned up to kiss him.
"Noting. I just really hope Bran is okay. He's a good boy."
Before Robb could respond he was interrupted por Cersei's screeching voice in the distance.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" they heard her scream. "I am the QUEEN. I could have you killed!"
Rachel had heard her sisters tirades like this before and they never ended good.
"What in the seven hells is going on!?" Robb muttered.
Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine, "I'm not sure, but it can't be good."
Robb and Rachel quickly rushed over to the hall where all the noise was coming from to see Cersei screaming her head off at Catelyn while Ned protectively held on to his wife. The king seemed to be in a great deal of distress as he sat with his head down pinching the bridge of his nose. Robb immediately went to go stand por his father and Rachel sought out her two brothers who quietly stood in the corner.
"What's going on?" she whispered.
"Catelyn has publicly accused our sister dearest of throwing Bran off the wall." Tyrion muttered.
"What why?"
"Because when searching the towers upstairs she found a blond hair." Tyrion said glaring at his brother.
"What a horrid bitch." Jaime muttered. "How dare she?"
"Her son is laying in a hospital bed!" Tyrion almost shouted. "The woman has every right to be upset."
"No one ever has any right to speak to the queen of the seven kingdoms like that!" Jaime continued to defend Cersei. "For once side with our family, brother."
Tyrion shook his head, "You know that I will never not defend our family. Even when we don't deserve defending." He said bitterly glaring at Jaime.
Rachel shook her head, "Please, can you two stop!" she hissed. "This is bad."
Before either of her brothers could say something they were once again interrupted por Cersei's screaming. "I want this woman punished." she said turning towards Robert and pointing at Catelyn. "No one should ever talk to a queen like that. I want her head!"
"Oh for the amor of god woman, shut up!" Robert screamed. "Her son just fell off a mural so she is distressed."
"But..."
"NO!" Robert screamed. "You are not the one who makes the decisions!" he then turned towards Ned, "Lord Stark, control your wife!" he said sternly getting up.
"That is it!?" Cersei asked in disbelief. "That woman just accused your wife of harming a little boy and all you do is tell her husband to keep her in control!?"
Robert turned around to glare at Cersei, "Do not make me do something I'll regret." he said sternly and then walking off.
Cersei stared at everyone in disbelief and then stormed off as well.
Rachel turned to look at Robb who was in turn glaring at Cersei's retreating form. Rachel had never seen so much hate and disgust in his eyes before, "He knows." she thought to herself. "He knows that my family was responsible for his brother's accident."
Rachel tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't go to sleep. She knew she had to go and talk to Robb. She snuck out of cama and walked towards his room. Knocking on the door slightly, she wanted to make sure no one else woke up.
A half asleep Robb answered the door and was surprised to Rachel on the other side. "Rachel?" he questioned not sure what the surprise visit was for. The two of them usually met outside near the grama because meeting anywhere was too risky.
Rachel quickly went into his room and shut the door behind her, "Hey, yeah sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I just had to see you because of what happened tonight..."
Robb put his hand up, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this." Robb said roughly.
Rachel looked taken aback, "You don't honestly believe my siblings are guilty do you!?" Rachel asked in disbelief. She didn't know why she was so offended. She knew they were guilty, but she also knew how much the Lannister name honor meant to her father.
"Do you honestly believe they're innocent?" Robb spit back.
"Why would Cersei want to push your brother!?" Rachel spit out.
"Do I really need to tell you the terrible secret about your brother and sister?"
"It's all just rumors. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Rachel! You and I both know that your siblings were behind this!"
"Because your mother found a blonde hair!?" Rachel spit out. "That's not evidence!"
"The Starks will have their justice." Robb said getting louder.
"Even if it means taking the Lannister's down? Taking MY family down."
Robb shrugged his shoulders. Rachel could tell he was trying to put on a face of indifference but could clearly read the pain on his face.
"My family means the world to me, Rachel." he said softly.
"As does mine." Rachel said strongly. "I think I should go now." Rachel said backing away from the door.
"Rachel..." Robb tried to protest.
Rachel turned around and put her hands up, "We always knew this was going to be a problem." she said letting out a amargo, amarga laugh. "The Lannister girl and the Stark boy could never truly be together, could they?" and without waiting for a response she left his bedroom and let the tears she had been holding back flow. This was how it was supposed to be. Her and Robb were never meant to end up together. There amor was just going to lead both of them to destruction and tragedy. But if that was true, why did it feel like her coração was breaking into a million pieces?
All Rachel knew was that if she had to fight for the Lannister name, she would fight for the Lannister name.
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
