Arya stood up from her hiding spot, Lima following, and they observed the aftermath in the room.

The women had won. The masked men were outnumbered, with only a few of them managing to retreat. The sight of her injured sisters made Dolores hiss under her breath. "Who had the audacity to attack our sacred home?"

Arya felt a flash of ironic amusement. That question, coming from Dolores, who was known for her own harsh reputation within the convent, seemed almost laughable.

“These symbols on their clothes,” Lima murmured, stepping closer to examine the fallen men. "I feel like I've seen them somewhere before."

Curious, Arya moved closer, her eyes...