(After rereading the recent chapters, I decided to add Hazelle and Jorgan's chapters to add more context. So these two chapters will be BEFORE Cedrick's recent chapters. This is the chapter after Ser Jorgan's chapter. I'm editing the last takes place on the first night that Cedrick left.)

HAZELLE

The Unsullied launched an attack on Flea Bottom in the dead of night.

As hard as Hazelle tried, she could not resist the terror that plagued her. She and Ser Jorgan cowered in the corner of the bedroom. She could clearly hear the sound of steel, the hellish sounds of screaming, the grunts of pain, angry obscenities, cries for help, and the wails of the dying and the pitiful pleas from the taken.

Hazelle could hear one of her surviving neighbors screaming. She heard her elderly neighbor, Maggy, in particular, releasing out a long-winded scream.

She didn't dare move an inch. She did not dare to make a sound of any kind. She glanced up at the roofless ceiling, wholeheartedly expecting the arrival of the terrifying dragon.

But when it did not come, Hazelle was confused and even more terrified than before.

Why? Why? She thought. Why are they killing us?

"They know that we are here," said Ser Jorgan as if he could hear her unspoken thoughts. He did not sound afraid, rather benumbed. "That woman….that woman knows that we are still here…..we are in the Bottom.."

Hazelle stifled a wail crawling up her throat. Fear curled up inside her heart, chills rushed down her spine. Her eyes widened, her breathing strained and harsh. Her hands trembled at her sides uncontrollably.

Hazelle crouched in the shadow. Her blood was cold and her muscles tense. She had lost any sense of how long she'd been there, each second was an eternity praying that one of the merciful Gods would divinely intervene.

Her legs began to cramp from crouching too long but she dare not move even to ease the pain and she cradled in Ser Jorgan's lap, her cheek pressed up against his soft tunic.

Heavy footsteps shook Hazelle to her core.

They're in the house now. Hazelle looked up to see Ser Jorgan lifting up a finger to his lip. A cold sweat rolled down her back, drenching her nightgown. "Why isn't Cedrick back yet?" He only left several hours ago. Hazelle's eyes welled up with burning tears.

She wanted Ser Jorgan to be adorned in his golden armor, armed with his sword. But his parts of his damaged armor has been long tossed away, concealed underneath the rickety floorboards. His sword underneath the bed he once slept on. Far out of reach. Ser Jorgan was as vulnerable as her.

She was a mouse, a little blonde-haired mouse alone with an injured knight.

All she wanted was Cedrick. Please be alive. Please be alive. Hazelle desperately prayed for Cedrick's safety. She prayed to all of the seven Gods, reciting every single pray Mama taught her in her little mind.

She forced herself to look up at Ser Jorgan. He was staring at his longsword that he kept underneath the bed across the room. Hazelle snatched his arm. "No." She whispered timorously. "You'll die…"

Ser Jorgan took his eyes off of the sword and to Hazelle. His eyes hardened as stone, his lips formed in a thin line.

"Do not fret. We will go with them silently and peacefully." With that Ser Jorgan suddenly grabbed her arm and rose up to his feet in silent acquiescence.

Breaking through the pandemonium of her terror came the most dreaded sound she could have imagined. CRACK! Her bedroom door began to break, releasing out a deafening crunch.

There was just enough time for her to turn her head and desperately flatten herself against the ground. The shower of debris had swept over her before she even heard the stampeding footsteps. She kept her head low, her hands shielding her neck, and tried to understand what was happening. Strong hands yanked her up to her feet, she only had enough time to look up at Ser Jorgan before they were both seized by the Unsullied.

By the time they reached the outside, Flea Bottom was set ablaze once more. Bottom had become a butcher den. The flames from the buildings reached halfway up the sky. Some of the stone houses were burning too. She saw two howling Dothraki rides down a running man.

Dead men and dying horses were strewn about the road. Unsullied encroached into the intact homes, seizing screaming women and men as the Dothraki chased and slaughtered the ones that ran. Both shouting foreign words that Hazelle could not understand.

She cast her eyes to Ser Jorgan to see him being hauled ahead of her, his hands bounded behind his back by the Unsullied.

Brave civilians vainly fought against the Unsullied and Dothraki, screaming peasants wielding poles and axes and rocks. Hazelle watched each citizen die horrifically, one by one are slashed to bloody pieces every time they tried to attack. A swirling chaos of blood and blades. Shouts and screams rang through the night air.

The paralyzing fear spread through her body like a freezing liquid. Hazelle hesitantly took each step. Fire in the form of water stung her eyes, threatening their attack. Hazelle crunched her teeth over her lip harder than she ever had. Salty blood saturated her mouth. With every harrowing step, reality tried to tap its way into her marching brain's rhythm. Cedrick is gone. The Unsullied got us.

In the midst of the carnage were horse-drawn-wagons of bleeding men and women in cages.

The only time the Unsullied released her was to shove her and Ser Jorgan into the cages. The screams and cries of women and children blared in her eardrums.

What is going to happen? Hazelle fully expected to be killed. A half-scythe slicing her throat open, a spear to her throat. A painful, slow death. But here she was, sitting in this cramped cage, cold and terrified.

"Ser?" Hazelle croaked, her throat dry as sandpaper. She pressed up against him.

"She ordered them again.." Ser Jorgan whispered in disbelief. Hazelle looked up at him. His face solid, but she could see his eyes quivering. "They did this before...back in the Street of Silks…"

"Did what?" Hazelle gulped. "What are they going to do to us?"

"They're going….to...bring us….for our….trial.."

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