Goodbye |8|

                                    

                                          
Derek pounded on the door of Bashes chambers, waiting until an irritated Bash opened the door. "What the fuck, Derek," he snapped before seeing the look his friend held. 
"What happened?" Bash asked quietly. 
"Theo's dead Marcella is sobbing and holding his body to her," he answered, watching as his friend's jaw clenched and his eyes glossed over with tears.
"I am going to go get the king and Prim and Mia." Derek added, "I thought you may want to go and speak with her first before everyone else says your goodbye."
Bash just nodded numbly before shutting the door so he could let a few tears fall as he got dressed before quickly making his way to Marcella and Theo's chambers quickly and quietly entering the chamber, his heart shattering at the sight.
Marcella sat against the wall sobbing, begging the gods to wake her up from whatever sick nightmare she was in.
"Marcella," he whispered, making her look up. 
"Bash," she whimpered.
"I know, sweetheart," he whispered as he stared at the love of his life, who was now dead. He slowly sat next to Marcella, grabbing her hand as she leant into him, trying to comfort each other.
"I'm sorry, Bash," she whispered, sniffling as she wiped her tears. 
Ten minutes later, the door opened again, and the King and Otto walked in, taking in the sight with a heavy heart, just as Prim and Mia entered the room, already knowing what happened. 
"Marcella," Prim said softly as she walked further into the room, catching her attention. "We must call for the silent sisters," she said, but received only a shake of her head.
"No, this isn't real; it can't be the children didn't get to say goodbye; he can't be dead," she whispered in denial, whimpering when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. 
"I know this doesn't seem realm, but it is Ella, but he is no longer in pain, and he will always be here with you, watching over you and the children," Prim said softly, looking at both Bash and Marcella, letting him know she was speaking to him as well. 
"I won't leave him; not yet I can." 
"That's ok, we don't need to." Bash whispered, kissing her head and wiping the few tears that fell from down his cheek. 
"Prim, can you please wake the children and bring them to my day chambers? I need to tell them what has happened," Marcella asked, looking up. 
"Of course I will," Prim whispered, standing up as the doors opened and the silent sisters entered the room. 
"Prepare his body; he will be placed in the crypt, not burned, in the morning." Marcella demanded making them nod before getting to work as Viserys and Otto left the room to give them space.
Marcella and Bash both stood against the wall, watching as the man they loved was cleaned and wrapped on a stone slab. 
"How am I supposed to tell my children that their father is dead? The man who was just sharing stories and throwing them in the air is dead. How do I tell my son, who is only ten, that he is now the lord of Highgarden?" 
"I don't know." 
"Princess, these are for you there, Lord Theos." A handmaiden whispered, handing her two rings. 
"Thank you, my dear," Marcella whispered, waiting until she and the silent sisters left the room before looking at her hand that held two rings—his wedding band and his matching ring with Bash.
"It is yours," she said, handing him the ring while keeping the gold band that showed their marriage.
"He had these made for us when we were ten and four, after we had our first kiss."