"the best way to hide a wolf is to make people believe they are nothing more than a well-trained dog."
Arrelle Stark was a wolf wrapped in fine silk and those who threatened her family would risk her claws on their necks.
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chapter seven, haunted
MOONLIGHT PEEKED THROUGH the curtains and into Arrelle and Jace's marriage chambers. They both slept peacefully in their marital bed, Arrelle's head resting on Jace's chest as they slumbered. It was the first time she had slept well in days, resting in the comforting warmth of her husband made her feel safe.
The room was dark, save for the few candles that still burned, and it was quiet as well, as the city was at rest for the night. Arrelle did not stir in her sleep, until she felt a pressure against her mouth.
Immediately, her eyes shot open, to meet those of another, a stranger. An intruder to her room. Immediately, her breathing grew erratic as she looked upon this stranger, eye to eye. She did not make any sudden movements, she knew that she wouldn't be the only one in danger if she did, as the assailant lifted a finger to their lips, motioning for her to be quiet.
They grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her from Jace, the man rolling in his sleep slightly as her warmth left him. Arrelle couldn't help but watch in fear as he moved, terrified that he would wake up and the intruder would harm him. Arrelle followed the man's orders, getting up slowly from her bed. As she did, she took notice of the dagger in his hand, the blade glistening in the moonlight.
If she were a different girl, she would have screamed for help and woken up her husband, but she wasn't a fool. She knew that she and the prince would be dead before help could ever arrive. Arrelle somehow knew this assailant's orders were not for the prince, but only for her. If she was killed, her husband would live, and that was the most important thing to her right now.
The man pushed her in front of him, the dagger now held to her throat as he made her walk away from the bed, no doubt so that Jace would not hear as he slit her throat.
Arrelle walked slowly, her eyes darting around as she did, seeing if there was anything that she could use to defend herself. Something she could use to buy herself some time. It was scary, the manner in which she was able to bite down her panic and remain calm, even as she walked so closely to death. Perhaps she was insane, had some mad curse placed upon her because of the untraditional characteristics she had. Maybe women truly weren't trained for war because men were scared that they would be far more equipped to handle it.
The chambers they were in were very bare, only required items littered the room. Like a vanity and wardrobe, along with a few iron candelabras to light the way. There was truly nothing Arrelle found of use, nothing she could grab before the assailant would be able to harm her.
Arrelle released a shaky breath at the thought, now coming to terms that she may not make it out of this alive. Had the Queen's plans to kill her finally come to fruition? How much further would she and the Hand go to make sure that Princess Rhaenrya and Jace's claim to the throne was non-existent?
