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Arya's POV:
I drifted in and out of consciousness as I was half-carried, half-dragged by the men to my cell. My body ached from a combination of the brandings, lashes, beatings and even other abuse I suffered from. I could feel the poison coursing through my veins, weakening me. I was then thrown onto the cell floor, my body bouncing off of the stones.
"'ell she don't look too good now don't she, Miss High And Mighty" said someone who was standing over me as he grabbed me by the chin. I looked into an unshaven face, breath reeking from stale food and even staler drink, with the pungent odour of sweat and arousal. I felt my stomach roil in protest, causing me to throw up. Nothing came out, while I dry heaved. The next thing I knew was my head being flung aside, while an odd ringing sound felt from my ears. I felt blood seep from it.
I looked up to see the man who attacked me being grabbed from behind and slammed into the wall. Another man, dark haired, stubbled with a strong jaw was saying something, his face red with anger at him. He then threw him out of the cell. He then turned to look at me, his face concerned, his brown eyes searching mine. He suddenly jerked around, standing in front of me.
It was Durza. I, to my eternal shame, let out a fearful whimper. The Shade says something, the man kept a hand out protectively in front of me, his body vibrating with anger. The Shade said something more, which caused the man to get into the Shade's face.
'Run you fool!' I wanted to scream at him, as the Shade raised an eyebrow at his behaviour. Slowly, an unsettling smile crossed his face. Then, the keep was rocked by an explosion. I felt it through the stones. The Shade immediately turned around and ran from the cell, sword drawn. The man who protected me stood there shaking from rage or fear, probably a combination of the two. He turned to check on me when a figure in black shimmered into existence behind him,swords drawn. My eyes widen, causing my protector to turn around. The armoured figure slammed the butt of his right hand sword into my protector's temple, causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes.
The figure then knelt in front of me. A black and grey skull mask looked back at me. Something glass was pressed against my lips as I felt a warm, honeysuckle and mint flavoured liquid drip onto my tongue.
I felt my eyes grow heavy with the effect of Tunivor's Nectar. Before my eyes closed, I saw the figure pick up the man who stood up against a Shade for me and he then reached for me with a gauntleted hand.
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