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 deepened and tingles ran 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...