I had asked her a question and she seemed to be thinking about it for a minute before answering.
“What? I don’t have much to tell about them other than they are cold arrogant prideful bastards who killed my loved ones.” Arya responded, making it seem like it was cool and didn’t affect her at all but she looked like she just wanted to run at this point and then continue talking.
I nodded, feeling her now. I once was like that….she has this rebellious attitude, I get it, but I kind of like her now, after hearing this fact. “So you're just like me. You hated your mate.”
She glared at me, there goes again saying that and it irritates her.
“No. Stop comparing yourself to me. I am different from you. My sufferings are different from yours. I have someone I wanted at my past place yet they
