Arya's POV
I felt his presence even in my sleep but I shook my head, Jacob couldn't come here, he wasn't stupid. I rolled on my side and when the bed deepen and tingles run down my body, I jerked up awake.
"No, no," I muttered, getting out of bed and facing the arrogant man who was now sitting at the end of my bed.
"Arya,"
"How did you get in my room?" I interrogated coldly, does he have no fear? This is the fucking king's castle!
"Doesn't matter, I needed to see you," I frowned at his response while he smirked. He was too arrogant!
"How dare you come into my home, my room?" I angrily say, crossing my arms against my chest. His eyes roam over my body and I realize I'm only wearing short silk nightwear, blood rushes to my veins but I play it cool.
"Arya, have you made a decision?" He is serious now, taking me slightly back. He stands up and walks closer to me. His hands rest on my waist and kiss my forehead.
