4

Agnes Pov

I woke up in an old house, the place seemed to be quiet, a little too quite for comfort, I scanned the entire room with my eyes as I found out there was nobody in the room, immediately I tried to get up from the bed but I was light headed as I collapsed powerlessly back into the bed helplessly, my strength had betrayed me, it was then the doors creaked open and a young man walked right inside.

"Who are you?" I asked weary of his presence

"You need to relax you have lost a lot of blood" The young man replied with his intimidating voice filling the room, he walks close to a nearby table mixing something I couldn't quite see and when he was done brought the cup filled with his concussion towards me.

"Drink... If you want to stay alive" The young man said offering me the cup, but my suspicion of him had grown, why was this stranger being so nice to me? Was he sent my king Crowell to finish me off?

"I would rather not... Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality but I'd like to be on my way now" I protested as I tried once again to get to my feet

"And unless you want to be unfortunate, don't stand in my way" I threatened him as I tried to pick myself up from the bed, surprisingly he got up and opened the door, he used his to make a gesture that he was paving the way for me to go if I wanted to which reduced my initial suspicion of him being one of Crowell allies.

As I eagerly got up to my feet once more, after taking a couple of steps towards the door, I felt a wave of sensation hitting my body as I lost control of my body crashing down and collapsing this time before my body could hit the floor the young man caught me in mid air and slowly carried me back to the bed.

"As I said you lost a lot of blood and you need to drink those herbs or you might just end up dead." He replied as he gave me a second chance to drink the herbs, one I did not hesitate to take, as I took the cup from him and drank the herbs

"This is awful" I said as I struggled not to throw up

"Awful is the only thing that is keeping you alive" He replied with a sinister smile,

"What is your name and why are you helping me?" I asked inquisitively as I read his body language for any sign of deception

"My name is Cain, I saw you whimpering lifelessly on the shores of river cyanide, and that is no place for a lady when the wildlings come out" He replied.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I really appreciate your efforts" I said.

"You need to rest, and try not to draw any attention to yourself, the people like don't like visitors that much" Cain said before leaving the room.