Gently opening her eyes, Arya shook her head a little, moving her hands on her side only to find her skin rubbing against soft fabric. Moving slightly upwards, she opened her eyes wide and saw herself laying on a large wooden framed king-sized bed, in an all-white bedroom that was sparkling with diamond-shine from the marble floor to the ceiling.
Pushing herself up, Arya rested her back against the tufted headrest of the bed. The royal essence of the room somehow gave a sense of serenity to Arya and she didn’t feel any panic, laying quietly in that room. Her eyes roamed around the room in search of a clock and landed on the adjacent wall, where a gold-rimmed wall clock hung with large dials fixed on the surface of the wall with the hands embedded in a self-regulatory round box in the mid
