[Half a year has come and gone but she hasn't stopped looking for him. Despite protests from her father, she's given up most of her security detail, sending them to all corners of the country to look for Robb. In the meantime, she does her job as best she can. He helped her to seize this throne. She owes it to him to govern well. It hurts her to smile though. When she does smile, it does nothing to hide the sadness in her eyes. She barely sleeps or eats. Her gowns and skirt suits hang on her frame as they would on a coat hanger. She's gotten so frail. It seems she's living merely half a life without him.
To her credit, the city is flourishing. Her work consumes her. When she's managing city affairs, she can push the pain to the back of her mind for a little while. It all comes surging back when she's alone though. In the beginning, she would cry herself to sleep. By the end of the first month, she had no tears left. Most nights would be spent staring at the ceiling while lying in the bed they shared. Sometimes she rolls to his side of the bed, smelling his shampoo on the pillow. When the cleaning lady saw fit to clean her apartment on her father's orders, she was inconsolable.
You changed them. You weren't supposed to change them...
She sleeps on the couch most nights now, remembering how they'd fallen backward into it as they danced, how they had shared their first kiss with him pinned beneath her on the cushions. When she gets up this morning, she goes through the motions like an automaton. Showering, getting dressed, putting on her make-up to hide her eyebags.
She doesn't eat breakfast anymore.
It's been almost two years since I last made breakfast for someone.
It'll be an eternity before she makes breakfast for anyone again.
Her speech has already been practiced and memorized. She's ready to deliver it for the inauguration of the new bridge. Upon arriving at the site, her staff is quick to seat her until it's time for her to go up at to the podium.]
this is good and you should feel good
To her credit, the city is flourishing. Her work consumes her. When she's managing city affairs, she can push the pain to the back of her mind for a little while. It all comes surging back when she's alone though. In the beginning, she would cry herself to sleep. By the end of the first month, she had no tears left. Most nights would be spent staring at the ceiling while lying in the bed they shared. Sometimes she rolls to his side of the bed, smelling his shampoo on the pillow. When the cleaning lady saw fit to clean her apartment on her father's orders, she was inconsolable.
You changed them. You weren't supposed to change them...
She sleeps on the couch most nights now, remembering how they'd fallen backward into it as they danced, how they had shared their first kiss with him pinned beneath her on the cushions. When she gets up this morning, she goes through the motions like an automaton. Showering, getting dressed, putting on her make-up to hide her eyebags.
She doesn't eat breakfast anymore.
It's been almost two years since I last made breakfast for someone.
It'll be an eternity before she makes breakfast for anyone again.
Her speech has already been practiced and memorized. She's ready to deliver it for the inauguration of the new bridge. Upon arriving at the site, her staff is quick to seat her until it's time for her to go up at to the podium.]