Sansa's POV
My eyelids dragged open, and it took a moment for my vision to steady. When it finally did, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing my gaze landed on was the canopy above me. I didn't own a canopy bed—let alone one draped in black.
I pushed myself upright, trying to piece together how I'd gotten here only to be yanked back by a sharp tug at my wrist. My eyes followed the pull… and froze.
I was cuffed to the bed.
Any lingering dizziness I had vanished. And then the memories slammed back into me.
The executions and blood that had splattered on me.
I looked down at myself, stomach lurching… only to realize I wasn't wearing the clothes I'd arrived in.
The councils really knew I was up for failure when they sent me here.
This was the second time I had passed out, I wasn't sure I would wake up if it happened a third time.
I have to get out of here.
