Arya Benova

"Tch, that bastard Seventh Successor still hasn't given me a single loophole to exploit..."

Arya clicked her tongue in sharp irritation as her soft leather slippers clicked rhythmically against the pristine marble hallway of Heaven's Net Castle.

Her slender hands were neatly folded over the apron of her crisp, dark head-maid uniform, but beneath her tailored, immaculate exterior, her inner thoughts were a chaotic, burning mess of resentment.

Ever since she had been brought to the castle by Ser Hughway, capitalizing on the temporary absence of both the Viscount and the veteran Lord Commander, she had swiftly maneuvered her way into taking official command of the domestic staff.

She had stepped up as the Castle Head Maid, exerting absolute authority over every servant, cook, and cleaner within the inner keep.