They burned her body tonight. The funeral pyre for Arya Storm, the warrior I used to be. My people lit lanterns on every hill, while I watched from the shadows, wearing the face of a delicate…
I wake up with a pounding head and the phantom feeling of a knife sliding between my ribs. My hands fly to my chest, searching for wounds that aren’t there. Only a nightmare, I tell myself. Then I look around and realize I’m in a bedroom fit for royalty, draped in silk and velvet, far … Read more