Twelve

Arya walked tentatively into room. The lady had left in a good mood, she hoped she was still in a good mood.

"My lady, how was the evening?" Arya asked her.

Lady Amara turned around with a huge smile on her face.

"Arya, my evening went well. Everyone gushed over my clothing. Even queen Davika complimented me."

Arhs could understand why Lady Amara was so excited, she forgot her disdain for her. Queen Davika was an elegant queen, the other noble ladies were constantly in a competition to see how well they could impress her.

"It's all you my lady, your beauty just makes everything stand out." Arya told her.

"Come help me out of this clothes." lady Amara beckoned to her.

"Of course my lady."

Arya went closer to her and began to untie the laces and hooks.

"I keep wondering how the dressmaker could have spoilt the dress, she usually does a wonderful job" lady Amara wondered.

Arya hid a small smile, this was her time for revenge.

"I didn't want to say anything my lady, but I don't want you to be cheated". Arya started.

"Really, what is it?" lady Amara asked curiously.

"I overhead lady Warawut and the dressmaker saying a lot of bad things to you. I suspect she sabotaged the dress intentionally."

"Lady Warawut has always been jealous of me, but I didn't expect her to stoop this low and as for that dressmaker, I am done with her."

"that's a good decision my lady."

"You will help me get a new dressmaker Amara, use your fashion skills and work with her so I always come out stunning."

Arya smiled, revenge complete.

"Why did you call her lady Warawut instead of mother?" Lady Amara asked.

"I don't have a mother" Arya replied.

There was silence until Arya was done.

"Good night my lady" Arya said when she was done.

"Hmmm" Lady Amara grunted.

Arya curtesied and left the room.

She went back to the room. Thornin was already on the couch, ready to sleep.

"Was there any problem?" he asked

"No, just doing my job." she replied.

"Good night Arya."

"Good night Thornin."

The next day Arya was out to look for a new dressmaker.

She already had the person in mind, but she doubted if she would work with her.

The bell jingled as she pushed the door and entered the small shop.

"Arya..." she was engulfed with a warm hug.

"Hello Madam Mook"

"How are you my dear... I have been so worried about you, I tried visiting you at the prison but I wasn't allowed entry. I did send you some food but I doubt you saw it."

Arya smiled ruefully. "I saw the empty container, a guard ate it in front of me."

"Those bastards" madam Mook cursed.

"Thank you a lot" Arya appreciated her.

"It's nothing my dear, it's the least I could do. How is everything, does he treat you well? Your new husband."

"he does, he treats me well" Arya assured her.

"I was a bit worried that he would hurt you"

"He is so good to me. I am grateful he saved me."

"Come sit down my love, I will get you something to eat." madam Mook led her to the small couch.

Soon Arya had a small plate of delicious snacks and a glass of milk in front of her.

"Enjoy my dear"

"Thank you" she replied.

"I have missed you and your crazy genius fashion ideas."

Arya leaned forward, a smile on her face. "I have a proposal for you."

Madam Mook was curious.

"What is it dear?"

"I am the personal maid of Lady Arya and she wants a new dressmaker, I want you to do it"

Madam Mook looked at her like she was crazy.

"Lady Amara is a noble lady, why would she need a streetside dressmaker like me?"

Arya narrated everything that had happened between her and Lady Amara former dressmaker.

"She was dumb to have thought of crossing you" Madam Mook laughed, shaking her head.

"So what do you say, will you do it?"

"Do you think I am good enough to make a dress for a noble lady?" madam Mook asked, insecurity evident in her tone.

"I believe you are more than good" Arya told her.

Madam Mook took a deep breath.

"Okay, let's do this."

"Yesss" Arya cheered.

"So Lady Amara has an event in three days time. Can you do it before then?"

"of course"

Arya and Madam Mook spent the next hour creating a design for the new dress.

"ok, see you in three days" Arya told her.

"How are you getting home dear?"

"I will walk"

"is it safe dear? Why don't I call you a carriage?" madam Mook asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I will be fine" Arya assured her.

She waved her goodbye and started walking back.

She had barely walked for some minutes before someone threw an egg at her.

She looked at her gown, which was stained by the egg.

"What's a murderer like you doing outside? You should be locked up in chains?" someone yelled at her.

Arya looked at her assailant. It was a group of students from Dharavati college.

"She is probably tired of being ridden by a servant" someone else added.

This time, a rotten fruit was thrown at her.

Arya increased her pace, ignoring them.

"if it isn't the high and mighty Arya Warawut, oh wait! Her parents already disowned her." someone else laughed.

"Wanna Warawut has a much nicer ring to it."

Arya continued walking, ignoring them. More things were thrown at her.

Why had she passed here? this was a popular student hang out spot, she should have passed the other long way.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Wanna standing with Saran. The witch had the audacity to look guilty.

And then her path was blocked. She looked up to see some bullies. Arya recognized them from school, she had even saved Wanna from them before.

"Where do you think you are going? Murderer!" their leader asked her. She was holding a bowl of dirty water.

Before she could escape, the water was poured on her.

Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

She took a step back only to feel someone behind her.

"That's enough!" he said.