B L O O M

Traitor

      Rose found herself humming, the tune encompassing the empty air in her chamber. She had visited the library recently, leaving quickly upon noticing how empty it seemed without Sam's seemingly constant presence, and had returned to her room with a mountain of books to read. Hobbling as fast as she could, feeling the pain shoot through her arms as she lugged the books to her room. The bruises that littered her skin making every step feel like she was stepping on a mountain of knives.

      Her mind flooding with a thousand thoughts as her eyes scanned the pages, fingers flipping the pages in a trance. Though the serene atmosphere was broken by the loud crash of the wooden door slamming shut. Rose jumped in surprise, the book she was reading flies out of her grasp.

      "Robb?" Rose's scratchy voice questions, the form of the man became more defined as he approached. He stopped right in front of her, bending down to kneel at the foot of the bed she was sprawled on.

      "Rose." He smiled, the pearly teeth sparkled. Rose's eyes wandered to his messy hair, as if he had recently run his hands through the curls. Moving to ghost over his facial hair that made it seem as if he had only shaved a week ago, but had forgotten. She shook her head, returning to meet the glossy blue eyes that had never left the chocolate eyes that always brimmed with flecks of gold that Lannisters had desperately tried to pull from the ground.

      "Why are you in my room?" She cocked her head to the side like a lost and confused puppy, making him look to the ground with a smile before going back to the beautiful chocolatey mix of amber and onyx.

      "You of course." The charming smile made Rose roll her eyes, sighing deeply in discontent at this unscheduled disruption.

       "Then why, pray tell, are you searching for me?" Her teasing voice held playfulness that had him chuckling.

    "You're beautiful." He smiled, his hand reaching to caress her tender cheek. "You left for Hardhome and I realized I hadn't told you how much you mean to me." His palm cupped her chin gently, with such care that one would think she was made of glass.

      "Robb-"

      "You rode on that black horse of yours, prancing around and staring into the trees, all windswept and stunningly wonderful. You took the breath from my lips, you seemed like a dream. Maybe the Lord of Light is real, because you carry all of my world wherever you go. The sun and stars. And love, you make the weight seem like a feather." Staring deeply into her eyes, his nose brushed hers making a dust of pink dance across her face.

     "I wouldn't say feather, but-"

     "Effortlessly, Love. Like a Queen." His lips became hyper focused now, as they desperately inched closer. Her eyes fluttered, her hand moving to press on his firm chest.

     "How often have you rehearsed this?" She joked, the blush creeping farther up her face growing larger as she forcibly smoothed her words.

    "Every night before bed." He countered, earning a round of giggles from Rose as she shook her head with a smile that rendered him speechless in  seconds.

      "Must be. Sleep deprivation is the only logical explanation for why you're telling me this." That earned a barrage of deep chuckles from him as he attempted to recover his wits that she always stole.

    "I love you, I'm sorry that I forgot just how much of my heart you had taken." She stopped smiling, remembering how alone she felt when he pretended that she wasn't there. Until Jon came, that is.

      "You didn't just forget, you didn't care. You disappeared from my life, a ghost that I could only see but never touch. You left me." The smile ran from her face, the hard and unforgiving mask that she usually reserved for her enemies was glaring at him.