Arya’s Breaking Point

I wouldn't do it. The thought of giving myself to Giovanni made my skin crawl and my stomach churn in equal measure. I would literally, genuinely rather die than have him inside me, claiming me like I was just another thing he owned. I ran to my room, my heart pounding, and my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The moment I was inside, I slammed the door and locked it, then dragged the heavy wooden dresser across the floor until it blocked the entrance completely. My hands were shaking. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe, but my mind was a chaotic mess. I couldn't call anyone so even if I could get to a phone, I couldn't say anything because he had ears everywhere and the consequences would be… Christabel. The thought sent me spiraling into a fresh wave of panic. I buried my face in my hands, hating the dilemma I’d found myself in. A knock on the door made my head snap up. "Miss Arya?" Claire's voice was cheerful. I didn't answer. I sat frozen on the bed