Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials

Chapter 37 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 37

Lancel hated depending on anyone and had always believed he didn't deserve to be helped anyway, others needed his help more than him, others being in a situation worse than his. So, to be helped around in his own house by the woman he loved, it was humiliating. She was the one attacked through him and she babysitted him.

He loathed it, though he shamefully admitted he enjoyed spending more time with her, outside of the hospital room. Once his life had been deemed saved and his health good enough to return home, Marina had immediately volunteered to help him if needed. And needed, it was. The mere movement of his arms, especially his left one, made him cringe painfully.

He was ashamed to put her through all that. He could still remember her tears as she held him, trying to soothe him. Her tears again, of joy and relief that time, when he had woken up with good chances of survival. He could do so little by himself Marina was almost forced to sleep over. She had to help with everything: cutting his food, dressing up, cleaning around, cooking… He forced himself, even if the wound burnt and stung, to be alone for cleaning himself and using the bathroom. Marina was doing too much already; it was killing him.

Yet, she seemed happy enough, sometime humming as she did his chores, comparing herself to a Cinderella helping her prince charming who saved her from an evil being. While she believed a woman could be happy without a man, she also found joy and pleasure in being a domestic girlfriend. She did her best to avoid smothering him too.

She had been so scared, even now she still was, thinking on what would happen should his wound reopen, get infected… She couldn't forget she had almost lost him in the matter of a few seconds. They were happily enjoying themselves and the next minute, Lancel was bleeding out on the grass. The first night, she hadn't slept, too worried. The second night, she did, so tired she didn't dream. The others were filled with his bleeding image and though she didn't wake up startled, or considered them nightmares, they still plagued her existence.

She wondered how she would have gone on without him. She knew she would have. Even under an intense pain, she didn't think she would have went as far as committing suicide to join him in the afterlife. She was not afraid of Death, of her own death, but she loved Life and didn't feel like leaving it just yet. She would have gone to Lancel's funerals she thought. She would have tried to end the year, to graduate.

She would have written her love story, she knew she would have, perhaps also make it a novel, where the fictional couple would get a happy ending, a therapy through words. She would have wept first, then be in denial, then be angry, then with time, the intensity of the pain would have been gone. Only waves of sadness, of feels, of melancholia, would hit her from time to time. She would have remained a celibate. Oh, Lancel would have been pissed from the afterlife, but after loving him as much as she did, she didn't believe she could have loved someone that truly again.

She would have kept herself a virgin for him, until they'd be reunited in the Seven Heavens, if the Seven Gods would have allowed her to join him, her, the religionless and not baptized girl, a virgin in heart, soul and body. Yes, she would have lived on without Lancel. But a life without him, without all they shared, seemed so bland!

She remembered how she thought her life was over when he seemed to be dead, when she felt her whole world crumble under her feet. She knew she loved with all her heart, but she didn't know she loved him so intensely. It almost scared her, being so dependant of a man's love, even if that man was Lancel.

She knew they were together because they shared mutual feelings but what she felt, it was more than expected. It was love, it was true love and maybe he wasn't ready for that, he didn't get with her for that. It could destroy all they were.

"I'm sorry." Lancel said as he watched her picking up and folding his cleaned and dried clothes

She turned her head and met his sad, ashamed gaze.

"For what?"

"I'm a burden… You should be enjoying yourself at home, or maybe here with me but not doing my laundry, my cleaning and the Gods know what else…"

She left the laundry basket on a table and faced him.

"You were attacked because of me." She argued. "This is the least I can do. Besides, I like helping you out. Makes me feel like Bree Van de Kamp."

"You'd be lovely as a red head." He admitted. "But you know what I mean. And no, I was attacked because of a mad cousin of mine, not you."

She gently kissed his forehead but as she was about to draw back, he prevented her, grabbing her wrist with his hand.

"I perfectly understood everything you said to me."

She remained silent.

"I could hear, understand, feel everything. I simply couldn't reply."

She nodded, trying her best not to remember his bleeding form.

"I wasn't even scared to die… Because you were with me. And you know how much I'm scared of Death."

She silently nodded again, and this time, though she fought them back, she felt tears burning her eyes.

"I can even dare say I would have died happy. Because you would have made my last months some of the happiest ones I would have had."

It was becoming painful but she couldn't stop him, he needed to talk, it needed to come out.

"I would have died happy in the arms of a woman who loved me truly. In the arms of the woman I love. Because I love you. I've always had. But… But this… This made me realize just how much I do. I cannot see any future life without you. Not anymore."

Marina bit her tongue, desperate to avoid crying. These were only words, but it was too much. The depth of his love was too much. Just as he thought the depth of her affection was too much, she knew it, he had told her already.

"I love you, Marina Flanders."

"And I love you, Lancel Lannister." She managed to say, hoping her voice wasn't cracking too much

He made her sit on his lap, she carefully made sure she didn't weight on any sensitive spot. He wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped hers around his neck and they sealed the new level of their union with the tenderest kiss they had ever shared together.

In the days that followed, more news emerged however, that served as a great relief, but also a great burden for those affected by the horrible incidents that had occurred.

Not only did word spread, now practically everybody knew what happened to them, but the police investigation had been a success. They had uncovered enough evidence to arrest Ramsay, Joffrey and those that helped them in their actions.

Now the victims had to get ready, as soon, the trial would begin.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.