Gone but close - Game of Thrones [Bran Stark fanfiction]

Chapter 12

Brans pov:

He woke up only to notice his family was gone. He could not come with them, he could not say something to them. He could not even walk! And he could not remember what happend. He must have fallen.

Robb walked in, he hoped for a smile but instead his face was in pain. Bran wished everything was okay with his father and sisters. He hoped Toria and her family arrived safely. How long had it been?

'Bran, a letter had arrived from Darkerly castle, two or three days after you got in your coma,' Robb started still having the same painfull face, 'Toria arrived back home safely and she wished for you to write her back.'

'Great I'll do that right away,' that made Bran feel a little better, but also a little worse at the same time. He was a cripple now, what if she didn't want him anymore? He could not protect her anymore, who would want to marry a man who could not protect his own wife?

Robb coughed a little, clearly about to say something.

'Are father, Arya and Sansa okay?' Bran asked worried.

'They're fine Bran,' Robb answered.

'Then why do you have such a painfull face?' Bran asked loosing his patience.

Robb looked at the floor for a few seconds before looking back to Bran, still not ready to tell Bran what the problem was.

'Toria knows I'm a cripple right? She doesn't want to marry me anymore, thats it?' He said with such ease but it ripped him apart on the inside.

'She doesn't know you're a cripple,' Robb answered whispering.

'Well.. if father, Sansa and Arya are allright, Toria and her family arrived safely and she still wants to marry me, than whats the problem? Is it mother? Or Rickon? Are you allright? Robb you have to tell me whats going on.. its Jon right? Did he fell off the wall? Robb-'

'The Darkerlys are murdered,' Robb spit out, not looking at Bran as he said it.

Those words cut deeper in his heart than a knife could, that hurted more than the fall he made, that made his head crack. Toria was murdered. She's dead. And he couldn't do anything.

'..what?' Bran asked with a cracking voice, tears rolling down his cheeks.

'It was a massive wildling attack,' Robb answered, 'I don't know if anyone survived.'

'So.. she could be alive?' Bran asked hoping she would be. She should be able to live her life, she was so sweet and pure, full of love for animals and books, whishing the best for her family and others. She deserved so much better.

'The Lannister army is doing a search in the woods to find any survivors.' Robb answered.

'The Lannisters? How did they get so fast in the North?' Bran asked.

Robb looked up, now realizing what could be going on.

'Don't get your hopes up,' Robb said, 'she's probably dead.'