He had told her to wait for him. But alas, Arya had never been good at listening to instructions. It’d been too long. Or at least it felt that way with how her gut twisted. There was something... something that wasn’t right. So she snuck out of the chamber, making her way down the stairs out towards a small gathering of men.
Arya couldn’t explain the feeling, but something was awful about these men. She took a few steps forward towards the group, circling them to try and get a better view while clinging to the shadows for safety. But it isn’t until she saw at the center that stopped her cold. Taking a few steps forward, she knew she wasn’t mistaken.
“J—” Her brother’s name has no chance to leave her lips when a hand clamps down. Arya couldn’t see the face of the man holding her back as she watched the first blade go in, then another and another. No. No. No. No. Arya twisted and tried to fight her way out of his grip. She turned behind to see Edd, Edd, right? Jon said she could trust Edd then why was he.... why was he holding her? Why wasn’t he stopping them?
“Pl—ease—” she begged, wanting so desperately to shut her eyes and turn it all off and yet she couldn’t.
Jon was on his knees now and in the white of snow the crimson could not be ignored. The men seemed satisfied with their work and were disbanding and she felt Edd’s grip on her loosen as he said something about getting help. She forced herself to walk, limps trembling as she tried to sprint through the snow, movements sluggish but heart pounding.