Chase’s POV

A smirk began to spread across my face as I stared at Arya.

“Your Highness,” someone beside her said. I turned my head to see a blonde-haired girl. She bowed. Arya didn’t budge. In fact, she looked quite angry.

I nodded. “You may lift your head.” Then I turned to Arya. “I see you were expecting somebody.”

Arya glared at her friend, then turned back to me. “What do you want?” she asked, placing her hands on her waist. I arched a brow. Was she not the one I had ...