"He's died, Your Grace"
Gasps goes through the room and I suck in a sharp breath, everyone glances at me while I dig my nails into my skin to stop myself from collapsing.
I clear my throat before asking "May I see him?"
The grand maester nods before gesturing for me to follow him, once I'm in the room he closes the door behind me to give me some privacy. My eyes land on Romero and my chest tightens when I see him laying on the bed with pale skin and closed eyes. I step closer and lay down next to him, because if I know this'll be the last time I get to and gently take his cold hand into mine.
How does one kill someone so strong and powerful?
A goddamn king.
Romero and I may have been married out of duty, but that doesn't mean I didn't care about him. I think to some degree I loved him a little too, how couldn't I? We spent ten years of marriage together. And had two kids.
Speaking never was our strong suit though, we usually sat in comfortable silence and only spoke when we thought it was necessary. Not that we had plenty to speak about, with him five years older than me and we got married when I was only sixteen. So instead of speaking, I just hold his hand as my thoughts run a thousand miles per hour as I think about who may have been cruel enough to sneak into his bedchamber and ram a knife through his heart while he was asleep.
It could be Lincoln, he wasn't fond of Romero even though they are brothers. Lincoln always thought he could be a better king but tradition said the crown goes down to the first born son, which was Romero. My mind drifts to Simon, Romero's right hand man. I can't possibly imagine him killing the king. But then again everyone has a different motive.
I'm broken out of my thoughts when the door opens and the grand maester says "It's time, my queen"
I glance back at Romero one last time before pressing a kiss to his forehead then leaving the room.