Apologies if this came late.ಥ‿ಥ
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The small room was damp and cold. She remained seated in the center, while her eyes looked void of any emotion. They were focused on the iron bars that made it known that she was in the dungeon.
The stench of burned corpses, blood, and death hung in the air as she waited for nothing. There was no expression on her face, but her hands balled into a fist.
Arya didn't know why those memories kept recurring in her head. The look of disappointment on the Prince's face, the smug look worn by Stephanie and those other women contesting for his attention, and the way she was handled.
Funnily enough, no one would believe her if she said she had no idea. They had everything they could use against her. Her dress was stained by the King's blood, and a knife was found in her chamber!
