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 ...