Arya's POV
After my long talk with Alana, I eventually took a stroll out, silently hoping I didn't run into that b***h, Fiona.
Today has already been worse enough for me, I didn't need something triggering my deep rooted grudge. As if the goddess was on my side, I caught no glimpse of her throughout my stroll.
I ended up in the garden and I inhaled the sweet scent that soothed me so well as I decipher every flowers according to their scents.
I loved flowers just as much as I loved food, and I took my time looking into them sometime ago. Flowers somewhat became my solace during my turbulent times at the Warren mansion.
I recalled Alana's words about Fiona and I sighed, taking a seat amidst the flowers. The space was designed as a secret flower bed and I could lie in there till eternit
