Chapter 63

Arya rested her back against the wall when two pairs of hands grabbed her.

She tried to scream, but a cloth was wrapped over her mouth to stifle her cries. They gripped her arms and lifted her off the floor. She felt a sharp pain penetrate her skin, and slowly, she passed out, waking up in a cozy room.

"Where am I?" she asked, looking around and taking in her surroundings. She was lying on a bed.

"Who brought me here? What is going on?" She turned her head from one side to the other, her eyes wide with fear.

"My baby," she gasped, looking down at her bulging stomach. It was still intact. She sighed with relief; she had thought her captors had taken her baby from her.

It was just a few weeks before her due date, which made her stomach churn with anxiety. The idea of her execution crossed her mind, and she felt uneasy.

She gradually stood up from the bed and walked to the door, but it was locked from the outside. She heard voices from outside, like two people having a conversation.

"Hey