The Other Stark girl

And It All Comes Crashing Down(I apologize for the late update)

Eve had miscarried her child due to the stress she was under.Every minute that she spent in King's Landing was weighing her down.The place was no place for a pregnant woman who was not the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.As she looked out her bedroom window, she realized it may have been for the best.If she were to ever escape, she supposed she could escape easily without a child holding her back.She had been sad, but relieved at the same time. A Stark child born with the Lannister name?. No. The thought made her shudder,

"Eve?" Jaime called out from behind her, shutting the door.She looked back at him, that anxious and nervous look always plastered on her porcelain face.

She was hoping he wouldn't be back for quite a while."Jaime?" she turned her head, a pit forming in her stomach, the cause of it being her lord husband's premature return.

"What happened?" she said, noticing his slumped form.The frown on his face giving away what had happened.Eve wanted to be sure, though.

"Mycrella.." he began, his throat caught on a sob."She's...".He stopped, staring at her with those blue eyes of his.

Oh no.

Oh, Gods no.

Although she never had an affinity for the man, it would have been unkind not to console him.Eve thought it her duty at this moment to be a comfort to her husband, no matter how much she loathed his family.

Stepping towards him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders hesitantly.He embraced her back, his touch making her shiver.

"I know..." she whispered, trying to calm him down.His tears dampened the shoulder of her dress.

"Let it all out" she whispered.

"Do you not wish to know how she..?" he began.

Eve blinked slowly, not certain if she did wish to know.The cause was obvious enough.Mycrella had died by the paramour's hands.After all, who else would have wanted to kill her?.

"I believe I know..." she said.

Perhaps telling her about her miscarriage could wait.

She had loathed him, despised him, hated him and his family with the burning fire of a thousand suns.Yet, she found herself leaning into his touch, wanting to be a comfort to him in the midst of all this madness.No matter what corner one turned in King's Landing, death was to be found and death was to claim one's soul.

"Come on" she held his hand, guiding him towards the bed."Rest here, if you want to".

His bloodshot eyes focused on her green ones, not looking away even when he got in bed.She walked over to the divan by the bed, laying down.

His eyes burned into her back, taking in every inch of her form.

Perhaps another time, he thought.

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The funeral had been over and done with.

Cersei was too caught up in her grief to even think about pestering Eve.

Eve was in the gardens once again, seeking Lord Varys out.Garbed in a forest green velvet gown with golden embroidery around the neckline, she sat on the bench.

The eunuch made his presence known by feigning a cough, taking a seat next to the oldest of the Stark girls.

"Lady Lannister" he quipped.

"Lord Varys" her tone was steeped in agitation.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that—"

"Why, my lady, is that not your title?" he smirked, tugging his silk robe close to him.

"Do you have something to tell me?.Do you have news of Sansa or any of my siblings?" she leaned in, keeping her voice as low as she possibly could.

He looked around, leaning in.His voice had almost been inaudible.
"Your aunt has tragically passed away, and well, Sansa is still at the Vale with Lord Baelish" he shared, searching her face for a reaction.

Eve simply stared ahead, eyeing the shrubbery before her.She had never really known her aunt that well since their visits to the Vale were quite infrequent.But it was Sansa she was worried about.

"Sansa..." she whispered.

And then it occurred to her.

Petyr Baelish had killed Aunt Lysa.

Surely, he had something to do with it.

"What is she still doing at the Vale?" she finally turned to look at her companion, her hands beginning to tremble.

"My lady" he briefly glanced at her shaking hands."You must calm yourself".

Tears threatened her eyes now.

She had to stay calm though, not let her emotions get the best of her.

It was not the wisest of things to do in King's Landing.Letting one's guard down.

Blinking away her tears, she began to speak, her voice so stern and steady Varys forgot she was trembling just a few moments prior.

"Very well, I'm sure that's all you know, isn't it?" she said, folding her hands in her lap.

"Yes, my lady.I'm afraid so" he rose to his feet, gathering his robe around him.

"I shall get back inside, my lady" he told her.

She got up from the stone bench as well.

"So shall I" she said, her gaze still on the ground.

"My lady" he said.

Eve looked at him now, the worry in her eyes dissipated.

"I'll see what more I can find out" he said, a certain warmth in his eyes she would often see these days.

"Thank you, Lord Varys" she smiled at him.