ARYA
Several Hours Ago,
“Who's there?" I demanded, pushing the door to my room open. A flash of movement caught my eye, and I lunged forward, grabbing the clothes of the person by my door. Then I pinned them to the wall, bringing the edge of my knife to their neck. The scarf on their head fell off to reveal a pair of innocent-looking deep brown eyes and light brown hair. A young woman. Her eyes were wide with fear, her breathing strained.
"Who are you?" I growled, and she slowly lifted her hands in surrender, her gaze fixed on me.
"I mean no harm," she croaked, and I narrowed my eyes at her. Her voice was high-pitched, and she was much smaller than average. She looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. Still, I couldn't bring myself to underestimate her.
"You left poison in my room," I his
