He bent down to the bathtub level. Sitting on his heels he brought his hands forward to touch her damp hair, the anger in his eyes elevated.
Arya's body stiffened in the tub. Trying to move her head, she heard his sharp voice warn, "One wrong move and I will have you floating in the tub."
With his warning came her distress. He was so quick to change his mood. One minute he was sweet to her and the next he was willing to drown her. Again, she found him strange. This was the first time in her life that she had been so close to male, because of her condition they were all quick to shun her away, and if it wasn't for Erin who kept on protecting her, she did not know how her life could have turned out.
"Why don't you continue your bath, and join me for breakfast, sweet." it wasn't a request but an order giving her that she dare not turn down the offer. He took long strides, exiting the bathroom.
