"When night is dark and you are scared, who would you call?" She asks me and stares inside my soul. "Who you trust enough to call and save you?"
"No one." I whisper in cold voice, which seems to surprise her. "No one is left who I know will come and save me. I have to save my own self... and others."
"Others?" She asks me again and looks at me with raised eyebrows.
"Yes others." I repeat it again. "There should be someone who is willing to save them."
"Even if it kills you?" She asks me again and leans forward.
"Especially if it kills me." I whisper the words and smile. "If it kills me, then what it will do to others?"
"So, you are willing to die for others?" She asks me again to make sure. I nod without giving her any verbal answers. "But why? Don't you want to live?"
"I want to have something to live for." I tell her in distant voice. "If everyone is dead and I am only one left alive with no one and nothing left to live for... what's the point of living?"
"Robb?" I call him, but he doesn't hear me. He is still looking at others, anger radiating from him. "Robb?" My voice is shallow and low.
"He killed our father." He whispers and I can see tears he is holding. "Now he wants us to kneel before him?" Robb looks at me angered and full of hatred. "How could Sansa write and ask this from us?" He asks again.
"She is manipulated by Cersei." I simply say and sit in front of him. "You have to understand it Robb."
"Understand it?!" He yells and slams his hand on the table. "They chopped his head off!" He continues shouting and yelling which causes Nightshade to growl in anger at him.
"Calm down." I tell him and he sits back on his chair. "Your anger can change nothing. Dead stays dead." Theon looks at me and glares.
"You are right." Robb admits and stands up. "Maester Luwin!" He calls loudly and the old man looks at him confused. "Call all of my lords! Tell him that we are going in the war!"
His words make me jump on my feet. The war?! Has he lost his mind?
"The war?!" I yell this time and look inside Robb's eyes. "This wasn't what I meant! War will only bring more death, Robb!"
"It will avenge our father." He tells me in strict voice, as if asks for no more questioning of his actions.
"You are acting like a little child, Robb!" I tell him and shake my head. "You can't start a war!"
"No one asks you, Bianca!" He snaps at me. His eyes widening the second he realizes his words. "Now, I am the Lord of the Winterfell." He adds in lower voice. "And I won't tolerate questionings of my actions. Even from my own sister." His words pierce through my heart and makes me choke on my own words.
Lord? Of my damned castle?!
"In that case, there is no place for me." I say in authoritative voice and turn my back on him. "I will leave as soon as possible."
I head out of the hall without another glance back. Ignoring all the calls they gave me.
***
"Bianca?" Theon knocks on the door and comes inside without waiting for a response. He looks at me and then at the bags, which I am filling with my belongings. "Where are you going?"
"Away." I answer shortly and look away from him.
"But where?" He asks me again and sighs. "Now you are acting like a little child." I stop and turn to him, approaching him and slapping him in the face. The noise of the slap echoes in the hallways and he stands there, shocked and angry.
"He is starting the war!" I yell at him angrily. "Do you realize how many people will die?!" I yell again.
"He is the Lord of the Winterfell and he has every right to start a war. But..." he stops and looks at me with sad eyes. "The war has already started." I shake my head and turn back at my things. "Where are you going, Bianca?" Theon asks me again. "Are you going to run away?"
"You want me to stay here?" I ask him surprised. "If I have no voice here that will be heard, I wish not to be anywhere here."
"This is your home." He whispers behind me, which causes me to freeze.
"It used to be my home." I whisper back with tears in my eyes. "My home has disappeared long ago..." I add and look down. He puts his arms around me, hugging me tightly from behind and putting his chin on my shoulder.
"He needs you." He whispers at me. "You can't leave him now. He needs someone who will bring him to his senses." He kisses my shoulder gently and continues. "And I need you to help me through this madness." He kisses me on the neck. "Or what about Bran and Rickon?" He asks me again bringing guilt upon me.
"What about Arya and Sansa?" I ask him through sobs. "If we start the war, queen will kill them as well." I whisper and turn back, hugging him tightly.
"She won't kill them. She needs them too much to kill them." He whispers and kisses me on the forehead.
"How can you know?" I ask him and put my head on his chest.
"I don't." He admits and sighs. "But if she has enough brains she won't."
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Song of Ice and Fire
Hayran Kurgu"What is love to you?" I ask him with cracked voice and tears in my eyes. His mouth becomes a thin line and his eyes hold guilt inside of them. "Answer me!" I yell with tears streaming down my face. He looks away, avoiding my eyes and doesn't even...
