ARYA

My hands shook violently as I traced my fingers along the scars hidden underneath his tattoos. I couldn't stop the tears. He just sat there, watching me grieve, his eyes filled with pain. So much pain.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered, and he gave me a sad smile.

"Not right now," he replied, and my heart sank.

"Why? It doesn't make sense that I would do something so inhumane to you unless...unless you were my enemy..." I croaked.

"You didn't have a choice. You weren't ...