Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 87 - It's Time to Bring Terror to This City.

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Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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Leaving the new king in a frenzy upon learning that the Iron Throne had been stolen and replaced with a toilet full of shit—which would leave a rather unpleasant smell lingering in that room for weeks—Jon quickly set off for the city. He had to deal with some people who had proven to be not so trustworthy after all.

Arya was suspicious of the people who had found her as soon as she emerged from the secret passages within the Red Keep. As that person had instructed, she followed the rat and found an exit, where a group of four people was already waiting for her.

"So, it's you. Let's go." one of them said, while Arya, unsure of what to do, took one last look back before stepping forward, following four people who were not beggars but also not nobles—more like mercenaries.

Near the sewers, through one of the openings, she ended up following them. They moved towards the Street of Silk, always avoiding the main roads or any place with too many guards, while the entire city was focused on the Sept of Baelor for the king's funeral and the coronation of King Robert.

They entered a house in the poorest part of the city and placed Arya in a room. Although she was somewhat forced into it—since she didn't want to stay there—she had no choice. She hoped these strangers were truly trustworthy, as they had taken her out of the Red Keep. However, it didn't seem to be the case when she overheard a meeting taking place at that very moment.

"I... I'm sure she's important." one of the four people said in another room.

"Are you sure we can get some gold for her?" another asked.

"Of course. More than that stranger offered us."

"Alright, then we'll trust that."

The person spoke, and everyone agreed.

A little later, as night was approaching, they went to alert the guards. Arya was caught by surprise when the door suddenly opened, and she widened her eyes upon seeing two guards in red cloaks analyzing her.

"Who are you, girl?" they asked.

Arya didn't answer, still staring at them in fear.

"If she came out of the Red Keep as they said, she must be important. Despite wearing clothes like a squire, which is strange. Let's take her. She doesn't seem to be one of Varys's spies."

One of the men stepped closer and grabbed Arya before she could escape. He forced her mouth open, checking if she still had her tongue, before saying his final words.

"Alright, let's take her. Someone must know what to do with her."

Arya quickly tried to break free but couldn't. She was dragged away by force, exclaiming desperately:

"Let me go!!"

But it was no use. The guards handed a few gold coins to the four men Jon had paid to protect the girl.

Arya barely had time to react before a sack was placed over her head, preventing her from seeing anything. She struggled, but in vain. The men put her on a horse and began to ride away, leaving that place and heading back toward the Red Keep.

She was frustrated. In the end, her escape attempt had been a failure. Jon had been betrayed by the mercenaries he hired after all, and now Arya was returning to the very place she had fled from, unable to do anything but wait for her fate to unfold.