Arya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.

Hadn’t it?

Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.

“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come...