Arya's POV

I stormed into Chase’s study, slamming the door open. There were people seated around a table. They turned and stared at me like I was a book lost on a shelf—but that was the least of my worries.

“Chase, we need to talk,” I said with my arms crossed. Chamberlain nudged me, and I looked down. He looked pretty scared, and I wouldn’t blame him. No one in that room had a friendly countenance.

“Your Highness, I’m sorry, I—” the guards approached me, and I moved ...