Private Thrown To The Wolves ~ Part I, She Who Cried Wolf

[Olaya Astrapí]

Well, this was just dandy.

The dark room stank like a rancor pit as she found herself thrown into it. She looked up, pale hair in her face. "Hey! I healed your kid! You can take me back now!"

The shadowy figure scoffed from the doorway, "As if I'd waste your potential like that. Maybe I'll keep you here." He chuckled, "And not just for your medical skills."

Unphased by the eyes she could tell were scanning her, she reached back and pulled her hair behind her shoulders. Her whitecoat was filthy at this point, and the outfit fit for office work wasn't doing much better. She sighed, she was late for a shift. She had patients back on Kaddak, and they needed her superior Arkanian skill as a doctor. She rolled her eyes.

"We had a deal, sir." She stood up, daintily brushing the dirt off her once black skirt, "I treat your son, you take me home."

"You serious?" He laughed, "I'm a crime boss! I don't make deals and keep them!"

The Arkanian crossed her arms, "Yeah, well, the only boss I have is myself, motherkarker. Kaddak is a Mandalorian owned system. They'll notice one of the best doctors they've got is missing."

That was when a heavy rattling rippled through the ship. Heavy shaking caused her to fall again as panic took over the crew trying to hold her prisoner.

"Sir! We're being attacked!"
"Code Red! It's an attack!"
"Men! To me!"

In the chaos of running around the cargo hold like chickens and dashing to the bridge, no one remembered to close the storage room's door. The scientist ran towards the corner and hid herself behind some barrels. "Ouch, stupid shelf nails..."

As the chaos resounded outside, she peered through the cracks in the door. Blaster fire, melee weaponry clashing, shouting and scuffling. Through it all, she heard a language that sounded familiar, Mando'a! She did not understand a single word of it, but she heard Enclave Mandalorians speak to each other with it. And she heard the fears of the bandits, crying out that Mandalorians had come to destroy them! A smirk formed on the doctor's face.

Well, won't you look at that. Gwyneira Krayt can actually do her job!

Once the fighting died down for several minutes, she felt it was safe to emerge. She pulled herself out of the barrels, running out towards the room to her rescuers.

"It's about time you got here, you karabasting slowpokes! I need to get back to Kaddak asap!"

Little did she know, she was out of the frying pan... but now was in a roaring furnace.

Skaða Ylfings

 

[Skaða Ylfings]

Tag: Olaya Astrapí
Location: Somewhere in space

Upon running into the large room, she was not met with friendly faces, nor a clan she would recognise. In fact, as she entered the room, speaking to the Mandalorians clad in metallic grey with gold and green coloured beskar'gam, she was met with raised blasters all aimed at Olaya. The woman felt her entire body go limp which followed with complete darkness as she was knocked out by a stun-shot, fired from one of the blasters aimed at Olaya.

When Olaya woke up again, she would find not only her wrist tied together by a whipcord robe which already had gnawed red lines into her flesh, but she was gagged. The other end of the whipcord was tied to a specifically made metal ring above her, giving her room to stand, but move little more than a foot or two from her original spot.

Nothing looked familiar to the girl when her eyes would get used to the lit long elongated room she was in. At least she wasn't alone in her situation as she could see everything from men and women to children all tied up themselves and gagged. The thing that might shock Olaya the most, was just how many people were captured like her, all stored in this elongated hall.

A couple of men clad in the same beskar'gam as the Mandalorians she saw before getting knocked out by a stun bolt to the chest, were talking not far from her, but whether it was the same or not, was impossible to tell.

The group of Mandalorian who conversed spoke in the same language that sounded so similar to Mando'a, yet, so understood not a single word that was spoken between the men.

If she decided to get a sense of her surroundings, Olaya would quickly realise that this was a ship's storage as everything from crates to large bags filled to the brim with goods was packed all around the large storage hall. There were even valuables such as jewellery, and local cultural- and religious artifacts. Some of the cultural artefacts looked eerily similar to that something Olaya would find with Twi'leks which some of the other prisoners were.

Muffled crying could be heard from children, and some women looked to have received a particularly rough capture while some of the men looked beaten and bloodied with only minimal bandages applied to keep them alive, most likely from their captures.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

The feeling of the chords in her flesh were far from appealing. It was a stinging pain only worsened from the lack of relief from contact. The surroundings, children crying, reminded her of running through children's hospitals trying to help them all. Her heart ached as she scrambled to her feet, gazing around at the terror before her. So many men barely alive, beaten. She fidgeted with her bound hands, fingers twitching in desperation. She was a doctor! She had to help them! Right across from her, she saw a wounded man knocked out and still losing blood. She lunged forward, yanking, trying to reach the wounded. Yet... she could not.

The gag only made it all the worse. She could not verbally lash out, call out, demand to be let go and to let them go. She was caged. The feeling of being silenced was too familiar though. Not by a gag, but by a woman's four fingered hand...

She glared at the Mandalorians for a moment. How dare they. How dare they! How could anyone be so cruel as to bind children! It sickened her! Olaya had been right. Mandalorians were bloodthirsty animals. Brutes, evil vile brutes. The lot of them! She yanked at her binding, even as she freshly bled from the chords wrapped around her hands. She wanted out! She wanted to heal the wounded! She wanted to pack her things and return to Galactic Alliance for a job with ethic minded people! These Mandalorians... these... monsters had proven their wickedness once and for all today.

Kark you and all your ilk, Gwyn! Kark you! Kark you all!

She continued to struggle, biting her gag to keep herself from crying out in pain. She knew nothing else to do but fight.

Skaða Ylfings

 

[Skaða Ylfings]

Tag: Olaya Astrapí
Location: Somewhere in space

Olaya's struggle quickly got the attention of the three Mandalorians that was in the middle of a conversation but stopped when the girl attempted to force her way over to the other prisoners on the other side of the storage. Of course, she did get far and the whipcord that her wrists were tied with chewed even more into her skin, causing it to bleed from the sudden harsh yanking against their binds.

Most just ignored Olaya's attempt, as they were working on the ship or being on patrol duty, but one of the Mandalorians' attention fell on Olaya's struggling and with heavy steps to giant Mandalorian grabbed hold of Olaya's wrists which were already tied together, making grabbing them much easier. While holding an iron grip around Olaya's wrists, he grabbed hold of the girl's lower jaw, and proceeded to stroke Olaya's cheek, hinting at his intention for her.

However, he never got to put his thoughts into practice, as he was called away by another Mandalorian who just entered the elongated storage hall. With a frustrated snort, the giant Mandalorian pushed Olaya back with enough force to have her either hit the wall behind her or land on her ass.

The two remaining Mandalorian who still stood and talked continued to ignore the girl, no matter much she tried to struggle. Despite some of the men looking incredibly beaten or could be considered close to die from their wounded, no one really came to look after their wounds and just let them hang tied to the wall.

While the woman didn't look as hurt as many of the men, many of the women did look in shock or whimpered silently like many of the children. The children's wrists were also tied, though they weren't tied to the wall and generally looked to have been treated the least violently upon capture, though some did have a look of lost childhood in their eyes and just stared quietly into the ground.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

Well, that one Mandalorian was particularly disgusting. She shivered as he walked away begrudgingly, her pale white eyes tracing his movements.

Karking Mandalorians!

She hated this. She hated this all so much! She shoved her teeth into her gag as she began to yank even harder. She looked over to the nearly dead man hanging on the wall across from her. She could tell from here what his exact problems were, and his slow breathing was worrisome. She shouted, muffled, through her gag as the chords tore some of her skin open. Blood dripped down her arms, or onto the floor, and splattered on her whitecoat as she yanked closer to the man. Yet...

She noticed it. He had stopped breathing. Her eyes widened as his body went completely limp, not a single sign of life in him.

Tears flooded her eyes. She could have saved him! If it were not for these karabasting-

The loudest scream erupted from her gagged mouth. It was muffled, but it got the message of mourning and loathing out. If she could not speak, she would scream at these brutes.

She looked over to the nearby Mandalorians with a glare of unrelenting rage, her covered mouth still showing signs of a scowl. Blood continued to fall from her bleeding wrists as she stopped struggling for a moment, but glared deeply at these Mandalorians.

Skaða Ylfings

 

[Skaða Ylfings]

Tag: Olaya Astrapí
Location: Somewhere in space

Olaya's muffled struggle was completely ignored by all the Mandalorians as they fought with all their might to get over to the dying man on the other side. Only when the girl released the loudest, though muffled, scream she could with tears flooding her eyes, did she get the two men's attention who had talked with the third who was no more to be seen.

Olaya's unrelenting death stare, filled with untapped fury was met with nothing by the emotionless faces of the t-visors as they looked at Olaya. Having Olaya get their attention they realised one of the prisoners had died, which had been the cause for Olaya's outburst. The prisoners around the dead man whimpered and shuddered with painfully moans over the death of the man. A woman in particularly almost bawled heavily over the death and was most likely the wife or at least significant other to the now-dead man.

One of the two whistled to a Mandalorian who walked by, "ᚼᛂᛚᚹ ᛘᛂ ᛕᚱᛆᛒ ᚼᛁᛘ" requested one of the two who had been talking no far from Olaya. Olaya had then the first-row viewing and saw the two Mandalorians grab the dead man, one by the wrists and one by the ankles. Every prisoner around the dead man cowered, scared to death by the two Mandalorian who just ignored the scared prisoners.

The woman who had been the man's wife continued to cry uncontrollably trying to fight against the binds to get to her dead husband as he was carried away to be sent out an airlock without any regard.

As Olaya could do nothing but watch the action happen and see the dead man be carried over to an airlock further down the storage hall and thrown into an airlocked and simply dumped out in space like it was nothing.

It was very clear that Olaya's and the other prisoner's life in this very state was seen as something lesser, something like cargo to be shipped around. To that end, as time went on, no matter how much Olaya struggled, and stared death down upon any of the Mandalorians, she would be unable to get free and only heard herself more in the process.

On the positive side, no more people died on the trip, however, the giant who had grabbed her lower jaw and stroked her cheek had returned and kept lustful eyes every so often on Olaya. "ᛁ ᚣᛁᛚᛚ ᛒᛂ ᚱᛁᛕᚼᛏ ᛒᛆᚳᚴ ᚠᚱᛁᛂᚾᛨᛋ᛫ ᛁ ᛆᛘ ᛕᚮᛁᚾᛕ ᛏᚮ ᛏᛂᛆᚳᚼ ᚼᛂᚱ ᛏᚮ ᛋᛏᚮᚹ ᛋᛏᚱᚢᛕᛕᛚᛂ" said the giant to the two others, who both looked at each other and then back at the giant. "ᛒᛂ ᛩᚢᛁᚳᚴ ᚠᚱᛁᛂᚾᛨ᛫ ᛋᚴᛆᛏᚼᛆ ᛋᛆᛁᛨ ᚼᛂ ᚾᛂᛂᛨᛂᛨ ᚼᛂᚱ ᚠᚮᚱ ᛋᚮᛘᛂᛏᚼᛁᚾᛕ" warned one of the two others.

With that, Olaya could only watch and listen to a language that sounded close to Mando'a yet wasn't, and if she knew much of the dialect would be able to deduct that this was indeed a dialect of the Mandalorian language, however strange it sounded.

Olaya might have been worried sick and fought with all her fury to get to the other prisoners to help them medically, would suddenly have the giant with the lustful eyes for her, stand in front of her view. The man was close to 2 meters tall and physically impressive in strength, just to make the girl's dire situation even worse.

The giant then proceeded to lose the whipcord from the wall that had tied Olaya to her spot. The white-haired woman could then to her horror feel herself get dragged away by the giant and towards a spot behind large crates to have her body be depredated and taken like some common entertainment slave for Hutt's guests.

No matter what, no matter how much she fought against the giant man who wanted nothing but to satisfy his lust for Olaya, would continue to drag the girl behind the large crates. Not only was she dragged behind, but he was slammed over a small crate and had her legs spread while and felt a hand force her head painfully down against the crate's surface that was used as a table.

The giant then began to fiddle with Olaya's outfit in order to get to her unspoiled plunders. If Olaya hadn't realised how much in a dire situation or threat she was in by now, she would soon experienced her entire world come crashing down. However, the man was interrupted by the pilot announcing their arrival back home. With a sneer, the giant grabbed harshly around Olaya's neck and pulled her back to her spot and tied the girl back to her spot by the wall.

Looking down at Olaya, tied up again, "ᚾᛂᛍᛏ ᛏᛁᛘᛂ ᛦᚮᚢ ᚣᚮᚾ᛭ᛏ ᛒᛂ ᛋᚮ ᛚᚢᚳᚴᛦ ᛋᛚᛆᚡᛂ" threatened the giant man and left frustrated he didn't get to enjoy her flesh and teach the slave her place. While nothing had happened, it still painted a very clear picture of how much in danger she was in, if anyone could just take and use her like meat.

The others the giant had stood by, just looked at Olaya be returned and chuckled at the man's massively frustration, having been denied his fun with a thrall.

"ᛂᛏᛆ ᛁᛰ ᛘᛁᚾᚢᛏᛂᛋ" announced the pilot, meaning Olaya would soon find out, where in the whole galaxy, she was.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

Panting heavily, Olaya winced her eyes shut as the ship landed. Tears she refused to let the giant see were forcing their way out as she trembled.

Karking Mandalorians...

As she finally took to being more quiet, Olaya took time to process this terrible situation. Slavers, no doubt. But this vessel didn't seem anything like the Hutts would produce. But why? Why in the galaxy was she here? And who was so heartless as to ignore a grieving wife's agony? A healer by nature, it bewildered and infuriated Olaya to no end. And what had almost happened to her, she shivered. She had completely left Arkania for the job opportunity in Enclave space, and she could see now that Mandalorian kind were monsters now. She already was expecting no rescue. For the moment, she found herself sinking into despair...

Then she remembered. She was a doctor! One of the highest ranking and talented of all Arkania. What if these Mandalorians were not associated with the Enclave? What if the Enclave wanted their best doctor back? The doctor that had played a major role in curing the plague of undead. Even if she had lost all faith in Mandalorians here, she could count on them being selfish enough to steal her back. It was the nature of those on Arkania, after all. Doing anything possible for the highest classes. Her mother had always been sure to keep herself and her daughter up there. Maybe, just maybe, hope was not lost.

A loud clanging caused the doctor to open her eyes. She looked up to see that many more Mandalorian slimes had entered the storage area. Pulling supplies, treasures, and slaves out to their base of sick operations. Forcefully yanked off the wall, she looked up to see a smaller but still powerful Mandalorian yanking her across the floor. Ever the fighter, Olaya gritted her teeth against the agony in her wrists. She flailed as she thudded her boots against the ship's wall, managing to pull herself up as a corner was turned. Skidding against the floor, muddied with the blood dripping from her arms, she grabbed the chord and yanked back, trying to get away. The Mandalorian looked back and sighed, holding the chords without struggle and sighing as she pulled a pistol out of her holster.

Olaya froze in panic before the blaster was fired. A light blue aura engulfed her, freezing her up as she fell to the floor unconscious.

Of course, the first pain she woke up to was her ever sore wrists. She grimaced as she wriggled her arms, the soreness and swelling alarming her to the fact that her wrists were already getting infected. But her entire body hurt. She moaned, lightheaded and unable to open her eyes. She tried to move even more, but realized she was tied much more securely than before. Her bruised waist was coiled with a rope, and binders trapped her wrists and ankles. She was leaned against a box, it felt like, and the position was quite uncomfortable. She realized that she had a bag over her head, keeping her from taking in her surroundings.

She resorted to her other senses. It was loud. She heard crowds of people, all speaking in that same bizarre Mandalorian dialect. She heard a single word, shouted and resounding across the area, followed by the sound of something being dragged away. Meanwhile, she felt pesky mosquitos biting her, further leading her to the conclusion that she was somewhere unhygienic. Disgusting! Far from the proper standard to treat such a talented Arkanian.

More shouting, more yelling, more bustling around. She was unable to taste the air very well, but she felt dirt clinging to her and felt the grime of her own sweat. Overall, she was just very uncomfortable right now. She could go with a cold bath to wash herself and be rid of these barbarian's influence. But she had no idea where she was, or how to get out.

Finally, she heard footsteps approaching. As they grew closer, she curled up, remembering the giant from earlier. This felt shockingly familiar, protecting herself the best she could on the ground, from approaching footsteps of doom.

"I suppose you have not learned your lesson, ungrateful brat. I shall further discipline you."

The memories faded like mist cut through by a blade. Harsh hands grabbed her arms, already bruised today, and dragged her across the ground. She was still too groggy to fight back as she felt herself forced up some jagged stairs. She tried to complain at the pain, but the muzzle on her face prevented her from speaking. She grunted and hissed in protest as she was harshly dropped to the floor.

The bag was ripped off her head.

 

[Skaða Ylfings]

Úlfhéðnar​

Tag: Olaya Astrapí
Location: Rúnirheim

The bag's darkness over her head was removed in one quick motion as Olaya's eyes were greeted by an almost 200 feet long and 40 feet wide great hall made mainly of light solid wood with some kind of metal for added reinforcement. Flanking both sides of Olaya, from end to end with 16 feet of space between each, towered impressive wide wooden pillars from floor to ceiling, ornated with beautifully intricated symbols and figures all carved as if they had been weaved into the wood.

The ceiling was heavily slanted and almost as tall as the building was wide as Olaya could look directly up and see where the top of the roof met in a pointy back, hugging the entire length of the building, though it had a slight curve to it.

The windows to the outside were no bigger than a man's head and while they let in natural light it would be impossible to get through. In the middle of the entire hall, built a couple of feet into the floor with square-shaped stones shaped into a very fancy-looking campfire. On top of that, the floor campfire was also thin but long, reaching almost 12 feet long with a black rack over a fire. While there wasn't anything hanging from the rack that stood planted over the crackling fire, it was clear that food or pots of some kind could hang from it. Something Olaya would have noticed, if she had looked up at the ceiling, was the hole in the roof, shape and length and width as the campfire below it and on top of that hole in the ceilings were roof plates raised upward, held up by small wood pillars. The reason for the open hole in the roof was so all the smoke could escape to the outside and not suffocate everyone inside.

Flanking the stone campfire was a table on each side of simple wooden make, though of much darker colour. Each table stood a comfortable distance from the centre fire and with enough room for two people to stand side by side without getting burned by the fire. Furthermore, each table that flanked the fire, was long enough to have at least 30 people, if not more.

And lastly, as she was sitting on the floor right in front of the fire, her eyes would fall upon a surprisingly simple but still beautifully ornated throne made out of wood. Large soft white fur covered the chair's seat and armrest and ended at the floor in front of the throne itself.

Sitting on the throne, was a man in green and silver-grey beskar'gam surrounded by four-, what could only be described as elite, guards. However, compared to how one would expect a ruler, an alor of a mighty Mandalorian clan to sit, this one almost sat in a leaning position. His back was half up against the backrest and half against the armrest. One leg was bent with the heel placed on the edge of the seat with an arm lazily resting on the peak of the bent knee while the other leg was outstretched in a relaxed position. The other arm's elbow was placed on the soft fur over the armrest and used the open palm to rest his head.

"ᛘᛦ ᛆᛚᚮᚱ!" greeted a large group of people around her and Olaya would be very aware that the hall didn't just have the Alor and his elite guards, but there were quite a few people sitting at the tables as well as standing around her. The Alor looked up at the returned raiding party and rose from his throne.

<"Friends! Welcome back!"> spoke the Alor with a wide inviting smile and spread out arms as to symbolise a welcome back home. However, Olaya would immediately pick up what the Alor said, as he spoke Mando'a and not the strange dialect every Mandalorian on the ship did. <"I hope your travels were in your favour?"> Asked the Alor again, lowering his arms and sitting back down, now a bit more ruler-like, though he was still leaning in the chair.

<"That we did, my Alor! Bountiful goods and supplies!"> Spoke the female that had stunned Olaya with a smile grin and accepted a mug made out of white bone like everyone else from her party. Even the Mandalorian who had attempted to have his way with Olaya, had removed his helmet, clipping it to his belt.

<"My Alor, we bring you the thrall you asked for"> spoke the giant who held Olaya's binds and with a large hand around the girl's neck, the Arkanian was dragged up on her feet to be presented to the man on the throne.

The Alor, also known as Skaða Hávarðrson Ylfings, looked at Olaya with piercing blue eyes and gave the woman an intriguing look and rose from his seat. The Alor stopped in front of the Arkanian girl and looked down at her as if he was taller than the white-haired girl. Olaya felt Skaða's hand holding her jaw, though much less rough as the giant did.

Skaða's eyes on her weren't one of lust and desire, like the giant, but of intrigue and curiosity as Olaya's Arkanian appearance seemed almost foreign to the Alor, especially her four fingers.

<"What's your name?"> asked Skaða in Mando'a, unsure if the girl even understood him, but given the places, the raiding party had been to, were incredibly close to the Enclave territory, he tried his mother-tongue language of Mando'a.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

Being in chains was not fun. Being in an unfamiliar location was not fun. Being referred to as goods and supplies was not fun. Being dragged by that creepy giant was especially not fun.

Grunting from her continued pain, she felt the hand of this barbarian culture's taskmaster grip her chin. She briefly made eye contact with the man's striking sky eyes, then stubbornly looked away. Panting, bruised, crusted with blood, and now covered in bug bites, she huffed as he asked for her name in Mando'a. Olaya had learned Mando'a during her stay in the Enclave, to understand their warriors and writing better. Not that she was actually interested in Mandalorian culture. Especially not now. Alas, here she was, prey in the wolf den.

Unable to push herself up, she rasped, "Olaya Astropi, daughter of Delilah Astropi. I'm an Arkanian, and this is what I think of you karking barbarian bucket heads."

She spat into his eye.

 

[Skaða Ylfings]

Úlfhéðnar​

Tag: Olaya Astrapí
Location: Rúnirheim

The entire hall went quiet upon Olaya decided the best course of action in her dire situation, was to spit at the leader of the clan she was a prisoner of. Not only did she suddenly feel a brutal kick to her side by the giant who had attempted to take advantage of her, but before the giant man could continue to deal more damage to her, Skaða raised a hand, stopping the giant from beating Olaya.

With his palm he dried to spit off, having luckily closed his mouth and reflectively closed his eyes upon getting spit on, rose from his kneeled position. "ᛋᚼᛂ ᛕᚮᛏ ᛋᚹᛁᚱᛁᛏ᛫ᛁ ᚣᛁᛚᛚ ᛕᛁᚡᛂ ᚼᛂᚱ ᛏᚼᛆᛏ" said Skaða making a humourous grimace, which seemed to lift the suddenly tense atmosphere as most laughed over their clan leader's joke.

With a large palm around her neck, Olaya was raised up on her feet and was held in an iron grip not only by a robe but now also around her neck. <"Take the girl and give her a bath, she sinks"> commented the blue-eyed Mandalorian and waved over two females, one around Olaya's age and another in her mid-fifties.

The giant let go of Olaya's neck as the older female took command of the robe, tied it around the Arkanian's wrists and began to pull Olaya away from all the warriors and towards a door beside the one she entered. Both women were simply dressed, signifying the role of servants thought servants who worked for the Alor of the clan. Despite their simple outfits, the dresses were still warmly made with brightly coloured wool and linen.

Olaya was, whether she wanted to or not, led out of the hall and into what appeared to be a large size room with a quality-made circular wooden bathing tub with water. While there were no guards in the room, there stood men guard outside the room by the door frame, ever vigilant.

The next that happened, which Olaya probably would never have expected herself to be situated to. But the older woman and the one of the same age as the Arkanian, began to first untie to robe and then strip Olaya naked, starting with her top.

 

[Olaya Astrapí]

"Wh-what are you-"

As the maids pulled everything off and plopped her in the tub, Olaya was initially indignant. How dare! But one of the maids recoiled a bit, seeing the worst the worst of Olaya's injuries.

A memory flashed in Olaya's mind. "Just look at you! You are flawed! Every part of you! Just look at..."

Olaya grimaced at the countless judgements that woman had cast as the maidens washed her. The Arkanian winced at how one maid was washing her damaged wrist. "No, you're doing it wrong. To properly clean a wound you-"

Another maid splashed some water in her face. She was sure that was on purpose.

The doctor continued to critique the poor maids as they did their best. Red to the face and quite cross, Olaya grumbled as she was towel dried and thrown some... plain, boring clothes. Olaya scowled, looking for her whitecoat on the ground. Her whitecoat... her symbol of success... was left on the floor as she was forced to wear rags.

She really did not dwell on how much better she felt, or that she had at least been given decent medical attention. No thankfulness for room temperature water or the dry clothes she had been given. No appreciation for these maids and what they had done. She huffed as they collected her useless old clothes.

"I could have done better..."

Between the indignity and bitterness, a twinkle of despair crossed her eyes as her whitecoat was tossed in a bin. She faintly mouthed a "no" as one of the maids lead her out of the room...

Skaða Ylfings