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Chapter 26

She watches as they drag his lifeless body away, his shirt drenched in both blood and water. The sight makes her feel sick to her stomach.

The sword is still in her hands and she can feel the warm wetness of blood tainting her fingers. Daavos's blood. She can feel her stone heart cracking against the waves of emotions inside her, can feel the steady rock begin to break off due to the sea's never-ending abuse towards it.

You did what needed to be done, she tells herself firmly and grips the sword even tighter. The words make her steel herself against the emotions, Love is weakness. Daavos was love. Daavos was loyal and obedient and lived for her.

Look at the thanks he got.

Robb can feel the intensity of his mothers gaze through the rain, can hear someone asking him whether or not he wants to come inside, he shook his head, the rain beating against his head. He stood there, watching her as the people around them left.

He took a few steps forward towards her, watching her eyes narrow slightly and every so often something would flicker in her eyes before they hardened. He could see her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the sword in her hand.

"Everra," he whispered, his hand resting top of the one holding onto the sword, "Let go."

Her hands were so cold.

Her green eyes flickered up towards him and his heart froze at the absolute emptiness that was in her eyes.

"Ever-" He started.

She tore her hand away from his and stalked away from him, the sword leaving her hand with an audible thud.

What did I do?

Everra gazed down at her bloodied hand and swallowed loudly. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her wet dress and hair clinging to her skin.

She suddenly felt so sick she could not handle it. All the encouragement and reminders and barriers and all the walls she had built up came crashing down as a sob rose up in her throat as she violently scrubbed at her skin.

What did I do?

She sprung up from where she was sitting, her eyes darting across the tent wildly looking for something, anything.

"Get off-" she spat out, scrubbing at her hand even harder.

Her skin was on fire, the flames beginning to engulf her as her grief and her guilt came rising to the surface and-

What did I do?

The sob finally left her throat and she jumped at the sound, startled, her hands rising to cover her mouth.

No.

Love is weakness.

Daavos is dead.

She breathed in deeply and could feel the familiar feeling of her heart slowly and slowly hardening with each passing moment, until it was cold and hardened in her chest.

Emotions are for the weak.

Still, there was a small voice echoing in the back of her mind.

What did I do?

"Lady Everra," Robb said, his eyes widening at the sight of the familiar raven haired woman. He could see out of the corner of his eye the other Lords looking at each other, slightly shocked.

"Your grace," she replied, her voice cold and eyes hardened.

Robb was at a loss for her words for a moment and just as he was about to respond she said, "You all seem shocked."

Robb frowned, looking at her trying to guess what she was thinking.

Come on Everra, he thought.

"Due to the your recent loss, we all assumed-" Lord Bolton started.

"Well you assumed wrong," she snapped, "A traitor is not worth feeling anything for let alone thinking about."

The war council went on for hours and hours, everyone trying to ignore the empty seat beside Everra. The tension in the air was strong, what happened two nights ago still fresh in everyones mind.

Robb kept an eye on her throughout it, looking for any sign of loss, grief. . . anything. There was nothing in her eyes except a coldness so sharp he could swear that goosebumps appeared under his clothing.

A lump formed in his throat as he suddenly remembered what he had to ask her. Soon.

"Lady Everra," Robb called out, causing Everra to stop in her tracks, "Please stay back, I wish to speak with you."

"As you wish, your grace," she replied, turning around to look at him. Her eyes nearly darted to the empty seat where she was sitting, before meeting Robb's blue ones.

"Your grace?" she asked, her voice cold.

"We need to do something with the body," Robb blurted out, his eyes wide.

Everra almost stiffened at his words before asking, "Burn it. Bury it in a whole somewhere. To be quite frank your grace, I do not really care care what you do with it."

Love is weakness.

Everra could see Robb frowning at her words, his blue eyes conflicted.

"Did he have any family?" He asked, "Or anyone else whom would want him to receive a proper burial?"

"No," Everra replied firmly, "He didn't have anyone."

Except me.

"Alright," Robb said, taking a step towards her, "Everra-"

"Your grace, may I leave now?" Everra interrupted.

"Yes-"

She was gone before he could finish his sentence.

"Well, well, well," Jaime drawled, looking up at her. Even though he was covered in dirt, grime and hair he was still exactly as he was before, "Look who finally decided to visit me! And here I thought you had forgotten about me."

A monster.

Everra ignored him and instead sent a pointed look to the guard standing outside the cell and watched as the guard hesitantly left.

Her eyes then drifted towards Jaime before she sat down on the muddy ground, her back against the cell, a good distance away from Jaime.

"Come to talk about lover boy or maybe its the older lover boy this time? The guy who followed you around like a lost puppy," Jaime taunted.

Everra did not respond, instead choosing to stare at him blankly.

"Oh but wait," Jaime said, his voice dripping with malice, "I heard you killed him."

"You heard right," Everra said, her voice bland.

There was a few moments of silence between the two of them before Jaime broke it, "And what? You think I'd offer you my sympathies for the poor dead guy whose name I can not even remember? You came to the wrong place if your looking for sympathy- or anything else for that matter."

"Do I strike you as someone whom needs sympathy from others?" Everra snapped, her voice cold.

"No," Jaime admitted but then added, "But then again, what you did was. . . monstrous. I mean, that man was in love with you, even a blind man could have seen it, and was so devoted to you and you kill him in return."

He shook his head mockingly, his mouth drawing into a sneer, "You must feel absolutely awful."

Everra did not respond to the abuse against her and merely sat there in silence, staring at him blankly. She waited and waited until he was finally finished and there was nothing but silence between them.

Only after the sun had begun to go down did she stand from where she sat and make her way out of the cell.

"You didn't come here expecting sympathy did you?" Jaime asked, "You came here because you knew I would be the only one in this gods forsaken came whom would tell you what you really are. A monster. You need to hear it, it makes you feel powerful and in control." Like me.

The implication was obvious even if he did not say the words aloud.

"Thank you for your company, Ser Jaime," Everra said stiffly, "I look forward to doing this again."

"Everra," Robb said, entering her tent.

He watched as she placed her brush down on the table in front of her and then turned around to look at him.

"May I help you with something your grace?" Everra asked.

It was then that her eyes drifted towards the objects in his hands and he watched her eyes dart away from the objects in his hands.

"These are for you," Robb said, placing down a sword, a chain and a small case full of things. "It was all the personal items that we could find of his, I thought that you might want them."

Everra could feel her eyes narrow as she looked at the objects on the table, and could feel her heart begin to soften ever so slightly.

"Good night my lady," she heard Robb say before leaving.

She walked forward and grabbed a hold of the chain, her hands clue clenching around it.

"How could you be so stupid?" She whispered, her voice echoing inside the empty tent.

She then straightened her back and though she was still holding onto the chain in her palm, called in her guards.

"Take these things away," she commanded, gesturing towards the other objects.

They nodded and left quickly, leaving her all alone once more.

What did I do?