Princess Olivia stood outside the cell, her expression aloof as she stared at Antonia's sister. Moving forward, she grabbed the bars and slowly tilted her head.
Arya finally turned to face the Princess. There was nothing but emptiness in her eyes as they met with Olivia's.
"If you think I'll be glad to let you save me, I'm afraid you're mistaken." She lowered her head in remembrance that she was talking to royalty.
"You don't want to be saved. But Antonia wants it." She looked away from the servant before returning her gaze to her.
"Why do you want to make it seem like I'm unable to do so?"
"I killed your Father." Arya never batted an eye as she said that. She stepped forward and grabbed the bar too. Gritting her teeth, she hissed out;
"I'll tell you why. It is because you use us for benefits without thinking if we're human or not. Besides, he was suffering. I only made it easier for him by stabbing him countless times."
