She wished she didn’t have to do this but Isabel put her in a tough spot.

Arya stood outside the Sisterhood mansion, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. She took a deep breath and stepped through the gates, her eyes scanning the familiar courtyard. The air was thick with tension, but there was something different now. The girls she passed didn’t sneer or glare; they looked at her with something closer to reverence. Whispers of respect followed her as she made her way to the room where Lima and her mother waited.

When she entered, Lima stood beside her mother, their faces unreadable. Arya hesitated...