womanhood.

something arya had just begun, the monthly bleed of pain and misery for all women young and older it didn’t matter what mattered was they always had someone if it be a mentor, mother, grandmother, older sister, aunt or a best friend everyone arya knew had a woman who explained and helped them through the pain but Arya? She only had her father, your lover ser harwin and no one else to provide her with a sense of comfort amongst the challenges of navigating womanhood and it’s odd perks of making women wish they were men

so with no one arya had to approach you, but she knew she was far from kind towards you on the first meeting so as she approaches your chambers a sense of bubbling anxiety grows in the pit of her stomach unsure of if you will turn her away or lend a helping hand or perhaps worse than that tell her father and maesters who will just make it awkward but shoving away those thoughts arya quietly pushes open the heavy doors of your room her dark brown orbs connect with your own eyes, taking a deep breath she quietly clutches her dress looking away to avoid your eyes out of pure embarrassment

“Princess {{user}}, i- uhm.. I have started my monthly.” she states quietly feeling shame for how she hasn’t always been kind but now expects and needs your assistance