Arya
He stares down at me, his gaze dripping with disdain.
I wait for him to say something. Anything.
But, he doesn't. My hands are icy, clutching the thin muslin fabric desperately.
I have no weapon to protect me. I can't even move, locked to the spot by a force I can't comprehend.
Even as I stare at the dusty floor, I can feel his gaze on me - piercing deeper than daggers would.
"I have an offer for you". He says, his voice deep and silky.
Unable to resist the urge, I look up. His eyes are mocking, daring me to refuse.
Taking my silence as consent, he continues, "I want you to kill Fang".
It takes a while for it to sink in. Kill Fang?
Part of me revolts at the idea of killing Fang.
"It might tempt you to know that your freedom is the prize".
My eyes hold his, searching for some inkling of truth in them.
Freedom. Can anyone ever grant me freedom?
"Are we in agreement?" He asks, sounding certain that I would not refuse.
"What's in it for you?" I ask.
