Death And The Maiden

-„Lady Rebekah? My lady?" Tyrion's voice woke her up. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight as she noticed the arms around her waist. She straightened up, feeling the heat kreeping into her cheeks. She was embarrassed, but forgot it quickly as she saw the field of red tents in front of them. They filled the horizonts, many colored banners flattered in the wind. Golden lions on crimson fields. Relief and excitemend were mixed as Bronn helped her off the horse. The hill tribe was rallied behind them.

-„Follow me." Tyrion casually said to Shagga, who didn't move an inch. „We only follow orders from Valla."

Tyrion frowned and looked up to Rebekah. „My lady, would you mind?"

She retained a laugh. „Shagga, please follow me. And please accept the halfman's commands, as he is my dear friend."

The odd group approached the camp and entered the biggest tent – Lord Tywin Lannister's.

Tyrion's father bent over cards, surrounded by his advisors. Rebekah was almost happy to see his familiar face, even if it was the face of a man who never smiled. She didn't fear his hardness, but respected it. She curtsied as he noticed them surprised.

-„Tyrion." Tywin's voice was cold and showed no trace of any feeling.

-„Surprised to see me, father? With all your efforts to get me back..."

-„You handled yourself quite well, I see. Who are your friends?" Lord Tywin asked, frowning dissaprovingly.

-„This is Shagga, son of Dolf, leader of the Stone Crows. And this is Bronn, son of..."

-„You woulnd't know him" Bronn replied casually.

Tyrion ignored his remark and added „And the lovely Lady Rebekah Waldorf, but you already know her."

-„I do, yet I ignore the reasons for you being here, Lady Rebekah."

Rebekah cleared her throat. She'd expected the question, but it was still hard to answer to this powerfull man.

-„My lord, my brother Roran has gone missing so I decided to search for him."

-„Why would Lord Mycah sent a maiden to rescue his stepson?" Tywin asked interrogatively.

-„He did not want to sent anyone. That's why I decided to search for him myself. Unluckily, me and my guards were attacked by hill tribes and knights of the Vale, and Lady Lysa took me as a prisoner. Your son Tyrion saved me and himself with his wit." She finished, hoping for understanding in the Lion's green eyes.

He sighed and said nothing for a moment.

- „Then you are his responsibility. Highborn ladies shouldn't go on stupid adventures when her Lord commands otherwise."

Rebekah swallowed. She had hoped he would help her, but now he simply dismissed her. At least, he didn't forcefully return her to her stepfather.

„Tyrion, you'll fight on the battlefield tomorrow, as well as your friends. Make sure you're prepared. I'll reward your... savages for their services. A Lannister always pays his debts." Tywin changed the matter, and watched his youngest son. „As you wish, father." Tyrion said, the irony in his voice obvious to everyone.

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-„My father wants me dead after all." Tyrion muttered on the way to his tent.

Rebekah didn't knew what to answer. It was true Tywin was not overly fond of Tyrion, still she doubted he wanted him dead.

-„Lady Rebekah, I'll let them put up shelter for you. I can't send you back to Lord Mycah, so you'll stay with me."

-„Thank you, Tyrion." She answered genuinely. The gaze of the soldiers around made her nervous. Some only looked suprised by her presence, other undressed her with their eyes. Although she certainly didn't look attractive at all with her tangled hair and the bruised, dirty face.

„LADY WALDORF! LADY WALDORF!" a loud voice called for her. It belonged to Ser Branston Hill, one of her father's knights. Rebekah knew him since she was a little girl and swirled around to face Ser Branston. „When I heard you were here, I had to find you. I'm very sorry my lady." He muttered, a look of deep sorrow in his eyes while he catched his breath. Rebekah had an horrible presentiment, making her shiver.

-„What is it?" She felt Tyrion taking her hand in comfort. Fear made her heart beat faster. Something was entirely wrong, when even the calm Ser Branston was upset.

„Your brother, Ser Roran. We've found him this morning before you arrived. He's dead, my lady."

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Rebekah's world turned upside down. Shock took control of every inch of her body, making it impossible to cry or to faint. The words ringed in her head. Dead. Her brother Roran. „Rebekah..." Tyrion said softly, but she didn't care. She had come to late, failed.

„Where is he?" he heard her own voice like a stranger's. „With the silent sisters, down this way." Ser Branston pointed in the direction, and Rebekah's legs moved from their own before anyone could hold her back. Somehow, she found the white tent and entered it. It was like running against a wall, hitting her violently. „Roran..." she whispered. The silent sisters had cleaned him, so her brother looked like he was sleeping. But he wasn't. The red hair contrasted against his white skin. „No. No. Roran." She wheeped, feeling the hot tears on her cheek. „You cant' be dead. Please wake up. Please." Rebekah sobbed, shaking him softly. A cry of agony escaped her lips as she knelt next to her brother's corpse.

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