𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐕: 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫

꧁ CHAPTER IV: MADE TO SUFFER ꧂
꧁ 300 AFTER CONQUEST ꧂

꧁ BENGET꧂

Like that, he was thinking to himself. Just like that, you're gone. Why? Why push me away? His brother was gone and he was falling, down a deep, dark hole. A bottomless pit, deep as a mountain is tall with no way out. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel. But he could think. He was conscious. And ultimately, Ben knew, he hated it, but he knew that he was alive.

"When you are lost in the darkness.."

The voice called out to him, softly. Gentle and caring, but he knew how little the actual being did care. If He did, He wouldn't have put him back.

"Look for the light."

No, he wanted to scream and kick, to fight this evil god, this being of pettiness and cruelty, of pure narcissism. But he couldn't. There was just nothing but the dark.

"Live this second chance. Make it count. If not for you, then for the whole world. Breathe."

He shot up, his violet eyes open to the world, born again. But almost as soon as Ben sat up, he dropped back down onto the hard surface as he fought for air to fill up his empty lungs. Through fear and the agony, he felt confusion now as he found himself back to where he remembered, back to that night.

I'm alive, Benget stared with wide eyes around for a moment, raising his hands to stare at them, the shake to them that seemed to only grow as the seconds went by, the aches and pains growing. Panting, tears filling his eyes as it all slowly came back, his senses coming back, he felt another in the room. My office. Smells like blood..he looked, and he saw a face, a ghost from a life that didn't exist anymore.

"Sansa?"

He croaked, his voice raspy and destroyed, as dry as Dorne as the world around him came falling down again as he shook. The tears fell then as if completely ignoring the fact his sister, the little girl he swore vengeance for, both the real and indirect reason for his killing, was there. Benget turned, he saw himself on his desk, now moved to the center or the room. But the table next to him..

"J-Jon?"

"Brother!"

"Jon?"

Ignoring Sansa and her calls to him, Ben rolled off the desk, collapsing in a heap on the floor as he groaned in agony. Regardless, he pushed, and fought desperately then as he pushed himself back up, lifting himself up to the table to the unmoving body of his brother.

"Jon, wake up.."

He heard the footsteps of others coming, the door opening and shocked gasps erupting, questions being thrown his way, all of it just white noise in his ears as he shook Jon by his shoulders, now crying as the tears hit the floor.

"Jon! Wake up! PLEASE!"

But Jon would never wake up.

Sansa had taken to kicking everyone out of the room, the once proper and modest girl he had known her to be was gone, replaced by a young woman who had vigor in her heart and vengeance on her mind. And yet she dropped all of it when it was just the two of them and Jon left in the office, the strong shield and sword she used to guard her heart and soul now dropped away as she desperately crashed into his chest from where he sat in a chair beside the fire wrapped in the fur of his cloak.