Chapter 39 His Fault
- ARYA
- I cried like a baby. I was curled up in bed, buried under the sheets. It felt like I'd reached my limit. Like I'd lost my identity, my pride and everything that belonged to me. It felt like a nightmare come to life. I'd kissed my mother's killer, and I'd wanted more. My mother must be turning in her grave, restless and grievous.
- "I'm sorry, Mum," I croaked, squeezing my swollen eyes shut. "I'm so sorry."