She closed her eyes and tried to return to sleep. Minutes ticked by, but she was still wide awake. In the back of her mind, a persistent feeling that something was off kept her tense. Eddara inwardly scoffed. Of course something was off, she was a prisoner in her own keep, her father and brother killed, and the fate of her cousins unknown. She was soon to be a plaything of the ironborn. Yet the feeling did not go away. She had no idea how much time had passed when a sharp intake of breath was heard outside the door. For a moment Eddara thought it was just her imagination when the door opened with a creek that tore apart the silence. Her heart began to race with worry. Before she could even turn around, a big hand covered her mouth and prevented her from screaming.