My eyes cracked open to the dark ceiling of my bedroom. The warmth under my covers and the comfort under my bed made me smile to myself. I didn't know how long I'd been out but I felt like nothing could ruin this great moment. I was rested, warm, and pain free. I reached up to touch my bandaged head. My last memory came back and all I could remember was Jude's hungry face as he stared at the blood on my hands.
Sick.
I yawned, stretching my arms above my head. They fell to my sides on the bed and I lay there staring up at the ceiling. Since the slaves were free, we could leave...right? There's no reason to stay if Jude is just going to feed me to some wolves. I'd wait until Brienne is out and we will leave this place. We can find our own peace. As I thought this, I felt...different. Like
