Arya’s POV

I rolled and stretched like a lazy cat. Yawning, I sat up in bed, rubbing my hands over my eyes. “What time is it?” I muttered. Just then there was an impatient knock on my door. I scowled. “Who could it be at this early?”

“Who’s there?” I screamed as I dragged my half-awake self out of bed. I’d already imagined myself scolding this person who was disturbing me. Halfway to the door, I immediately felt like punishing my said person. I decided to use the ...