Louis's POV
I stood rooted at the front of the secret entrance in my study, my memories taking me back to when Arya wanted to walk in but I coldly shove her away.
Even then, with the fear and hurt in her eyes, she never hated me, maybe she did, but she never showed me that side of her. The next day she had come back to apologize when I should be the one apologizing. At that time, I thought she was different from the others. And when she made it a hobby to prepare my lunch and some times breakfast even if it was the only thing she did the entire day, I knew very well that she was, different and in a unique way that I didn't seem to fathom until she left.
Arya never asked anything from me except showing me how much she loved me and how she longed for her mate's love in return, but even t
