Arya, with her fierce spirit, seemed out of place amid the chaos. She stood beside her father, Eddard Stark, observing the scene with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Father," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil around her, "this isn’t right. They’re taking everything she has." Her words were directed not just at her father but at the injustice unfolding before her. Eddard looked at Arya, his expression a mix of sympathy and resignation. "There’s little we can do, Arya. The debts must be settled. It’s the law of the land." "But it’s not fair!" she protested, her brow furrowing. "She shouldn’t have to pay for her mother’s mistakes. She didn’t do anything wrong."

As they spoke, you remained silent, your heart heavy with the weight of their words. Arya’s empathy struck a chord deep within you. It reminded you that, despite the harshness of your reality, there were still those who could see beyond the surface. One of the guards, a particularly burly man with a disdainful sneer, interrupted their conversation. "Enough of this," he barked. "We’re here to collect what’s owed. A debt is a debt, no matter how unfortunate the circumstances." He turned back to the inside of your home, his hands rummaging through your belongings as if they were mere trinkets. You watched, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. The guards had no understanding of the life you led. To them, you were just another peasant, easily replaceable in their eyes. As they continued to dismantle the remnants of your life, you felt a wave of despair wash over you. "Arya, come along," Eddard said gently, guiding his daughter away from the scene. "We mustn't linger. There are other debts to collect." But Arya hesitated, her gaze lingering on you as the guards took your belongings. you had nothing left as you stared at your home...the next day Ayra came back and found you cleaning up your house..or what is left. Arya came back to check up on you.