Durza sighed. He slowly made his way down the spiral staircase and peered through the bars of the elf's cell. He could only just make out her silhouette, hunched over in the moonlight. It had been a month, if this illness got any worse she would have to be taken out of this cell to a healer. He clicked his tongue. The King would not have her die without answers. Without giving in.

He swung open the door which groaned loudly in the still air, and faced Arya. She trembled and averted his gaze. "This ailment, is is any worse than the first day?" He almost choked on his words, hoping and praying for the right answer. "I-it's no worse, but it's just co-continuous. It h-happens everyday, mainly after i've wo-woken up." Durza's fist clenched in his pockets. His heart felt frozen solid and he gasped for air. "Don't let anyone take her out until i've spoken to you first!" Durza snapped at the guard of her cell. He sprinted along the rows of cells. Dirty, anxious and worn faces snarled at him through the bars. He hissed back and continued running, but to where... he knew not. He mindlessly ran until he found himself at the entrance to a guard's dorm. Not just any guard, but the one who had asked how he was a week or so ago, Gaedric. I must be mad...he thought to himself, but knocked firmly on the door anyway. A shuffle was heard inside, and a small childs cry echoed across the hall as the heavy wooden door swung inwards. "What do you-Master! Forgive me, i did not... i wasn't expecting-" Durza cut in front of Gaedric's stumbling words. "It is alright, i should have announced my arrival but it was a short detour, a whim." Gaedric bowed humbly. "What is it you would like, Master?" Gaedric trembled slightly; only on bad occasions did Durza visit his guards, and Gaedric was being slightly over-cheerful. "I was just...i...i need to speak to...well, you. If you're available." Durza tripped and slurred his words. Inside his head, a battle was was raging.

Do it! Tell him what is happening!

He is but a poor guard! When has he ever shown you grace before?

When he asked how i was! Nobody has ever done that to me before.

That doesn't mean you can throw away everything to 'talk'! Think about this, if he tells anyone at all, you will be murdered in the most painful way physically possible!

But if i don't tell anyone, it could blow in my face. I would rather tell someone, and of course he will be sworn to secrecy. Then i might have someone to blame, so to speak.

When you put it like that...

"May i come in?" Durza asked in a smooth voice. It was hardly needed, Gaedric had to let Durza in anyway, but he wanted to start off on a good foot. Gaedric opened the door wider to allow his master in. Durza found himself in a small cramped dorm with the curtains drawn and fire lit. A short, plump woman spoon-fed a toddler in a rickety wooden chair to the left. She immediately tried to stand, afraid of why Durza was there. "Never fear, i'm only here to talk to your husband. But i must ask you to leave us in peace, lady." She nodded and picked up her child and the bowl and spoon before hurrying off out the door. Gaedric passed Durza a drink of whiskey with shaking hands. Durza nodded in acknowledgment before saying, "What i am about to tell you must be told to no one. Am i understood?" Gaedric nodded. "Very well. I want you to swear it to me in the ancient language. Repeat after me." After the promise was made, Durza being sure to cover all loopholes, he leaned forward slightly, gazing intently into the fire. "I haven't been myself lately..." he muttered to himself. "May i ask why?" Gaedric injected. Durza almost fumed. How dare he... then he remembered that this man had accepted him, tried to help him and most importantly: cared. "Well..."

Arya awoke with a start. Her stomach bulged oddly and her head spun. I really am ill... she put a hand on her swollen belly, as if to calm it, and felt it give an odd jerk. She returned her fingers to the spot, startled. She let out a cry as something pounded on her palm. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no..." She kept her hand on her stomach as she got to her feet, and felt it wobble. She swore loudly and bit down hard on her scarred knuckles.
"Durza, you bastard! You've got me pregnant!"

:O Need i say more? One reviewer already guessed, and i think a few others might've got some of the clues, but i tried to conceal it slightly. Hopefully you aren't angry at me for making such a short chapter, but i'm sure you'll agree when i say that it was pretty important. I shant update until i have enough reviews to quench my thirst!