Heir of the Sword

06 | Sospito

Sospito {To rescue}

"Stupid girl," Arya mumbled under her breathe.

Arya could guess what had happened. After she had been a good distance away, Bianca undoubtedly got the direction from Silvia. This was not supposed to happen. There were to be no incidents travelling from the academy to the palace. This was the first time Arya had such a dilemma on her hands. Granted, when she and Lady Zelie travelled, they stayed at inns and there were at least two experienced guards with them. Arya was pretty sure that if a fight were to ever break out, the guards would be the ones that would be overpowered, not Lady Zelie.

Arya turned her focus on the scene unfolding in front of her. The two men were dragging her across the forest. Bianca was struggling against them, trying her best to set herself free. They placed her on the ground with like a heap of hay before making her bow down so she was staring at the ground. There was a sword pointed to her neck and the man in charge was grinning.

"Well, what do we have here?"

"She was scrambling around like a fish out of water." The gruff voice spoke once again.

"Were you trying to eavesdrop?" The man asked patronizingly. 

Bianca shook her head violently and stared right at him. Arya could see that she was terrified yet she was trying to be brave in front of these men so they would not be able to sense her fear.

"What are we going to do with her Sir?"

The man seemed to think about it for a moment before replying. "Tie her up with the children. Somewhere she will be worth a hefty price. If not, we can always keep her for ourselves." He let out a mischievous grin.

Bianca shivered but fought as she was being tied up with the children. Their faces displayed dried tears as they had stopped crying to see what was happening before their very eyes.

"It will be okay," Bianca muttered soothingly.

Arya knew that one good thing had come out of Bianca being captured. The children would be at greater ease then they had been before. On the downside, Arya had much more work to do now. She would have to free three captives, on her own. She wasn't going to go back for Silvia because she didn't want that girl getting hurt and she didn't want to take her eyes off the prisoners. Anything could happen in the blink of an eye so Arya had to make sure she was sharp.

She found a good vintage point and decided to run through possibilities in her head. After running through almost every possible outlook, Arya concluded that the best one would be to wait for night. She was hoping that the other two would rest and there would be only one left guarding. The night would act as a covering for her and she was confident about defeating the man one-on-one. She leaned against the bark of the tree inhaling sharply. In mere hours, her life had become harder.

Arya watched as the men ate like pigs, and talked loudly around the campfire. Arya could guess that they were probably drunk. It seemed that the men had decided to celebrate a little too early. They drank and sung songs for a while before two of the men decided to retreat to their tent while the other was left to take the first watch.

It was time for Arya to make her move. She silently crept towards Bianca and the two children that were tied to a tree. Unsheathing her sword she tiptoed closer. The guard was a few meters away but he seemed half asleep. Arya was sure that he was highly intoxicated so his agility would not be up to par.

As Arya was about to make her move, she heard a battle charge. She looked up to see three male figures rushing towards the camp with swords in their hands. One of them was wearing the military Kalvrian uniform, while the other two were dressed robes that differed slightly from the usually military uniform.