~Elena~
I awoke with a heavy groan, every muscle protesting as I made a feeble attempt at getting out of bed, immediately meeting the floor as pain shot through my side. Terror froze my body as I looked down to see my dress ripped and covered in blood, a deep knife wound scoring my side. What did I do? I panicked, quickly ripping the dress from my body, taking in the collection of bruises decorating my arms and legs. Oh Gods, what happened?
"Elena? Are you decent?" Varys called, attempting to open the door. At least I had the forethought to lock it.
"Just a moment!" I called, tears burning as I rushed to stuff the ruined dress beneath my bed.
"Elena? Is everything alright?" He made another attempt to open the door, the metal rattling loudly in my crowded skull. Someone had died. There was too much blood. Did I kill someone?
"Elena, open this door!" He was pounding against the wood, the noise surely carrying to the kitchens by now. Just open it. I encouraged, breath coming in loud pants. Maybe he can help. Who knew more about murderous deeds than him? With that thought firmly in mind, I rushed to the door, opening it long enough to snatch him inside before locking it behind him.
"Elena? How scandalous!" He gasped upon seeing my nudity, before turning to face the door. A growl built low in my throat, a flash of rage nearly blinding me.
"Oh stop you fool and look at me!" I roared, eyes wide as I began to fear for myself. We have to remain calm. Varys will help. He turned, eyes widening as he drank in my disarray.
"By the Gods. Elena, what did you do?" Emotions hit like an unexpected wave, knocking me from my feet as I drowned in it. Arms scooping up my knees as I sobbed, chest heaving painfully. He melted beside me, arms wrapping about my shivering nude frame.
"I apologize, my dear. Please don't cry." He whispered, rocking me gently as I tried to regain control of myself. Stop crying. I admonished. We still have other problems.
"I think I killed someone." I sniffled, roughly scrubbing at my eyes. He nodded, not bothering to try and ease my mind.
"What can you remember?" I searched my mind, a pain building behind my eyes, as he stood and walked to my water basin. Dipping several cloths before coming back.
"I remember a dream. Being in a dark room with metal doors. But I don't remember killing anyone. What do I do? When the queen finds out, she'll kill me. Please, you have to help me." I was losing it again, near hysterics making me dizzy.
"We'll say it was the Sons of Harpy. This will be our secret. Do you understand Elena? We carry this even through death." I nodded my understanding while he worked to clean the blood from my body.
We remained silent for a long while, the only sounds were my soft sighs of pain as he stitched up my wound.
"The reopening of the pits is today. The queen will be expecting you. Can you still continue?" I knew what he was asking. Could I still protect the queen, or was I in danger of losing my mind and killing her? Not even I knew the answer to that, but my mind needed focus.
"I can still fight." I proclaimed as he stood, offering his hand.
"I'll have clothes sent up." Then he was gone, and all that was left were my troubled thoughts and shaking hands.