ARYA

Under the glow of the moonlight streaking through the half-closed curtains, I saw the look on his face. Desperation and what seemed to be an exhaustion that ran deep. For a moment, I faltered. Was it really okay to let him know the reason behind my vendetta towards him? What if he denies it?

"Arya?" He called, as though urging me to spill the words on my mind.

Earlier, I'd lied to him and myself. I'd wanted to believe that the reason I hadn't taken the chance to kill him was ...