Arya's POV
I was dressed normally in a plain short flowing gown that was two inches away from my knee with a matching flat shoe to visit the Queen today.
It was the duty as her daughter-in-law to do small and regular visits like this and it's becoming more comfortable being with her anyways.
I got to the entrance, prepared to ring the bell when the guard at the entrance tried to announce my arrival only for Fiona to wave them off.
"A terrible morning it is" She lamented with a irritating dreamy voice and I rolled my eyes before I could even control myself. There's nothing to control by the way. The Queen just called me 'Strong' not less than twenty hours ago so I must learn to act towards her expectations even if I wasn't in a mood to pick fights like this.
"Strong doesn't mean picki
