Arya's POV
He laughs at me as he enters the enormous luxury suite that even has a pool. Without a doubt, he has chosen the best, and I hope my room is far from his.
"Where's my room?" I ask, staring at him intently.
"Pick whichever one you like, I don't care."
"Aren't you going to take the master suite? I'm sure you want it, being royalty and all, and we must pay tribute."
He looks at me, his expression turning serious.
"If you want it so much, take the master suite. It doesn't matter which room I take; my title won't disappear because of it."
"Fine," I say, moving my suitcase to one of the rooms. I carry it up the stairs to a large hallway with at least four rooms. I choose the third one, and as soon as I enter, I lean against the door. Is this real?
I move to the bed where I leav
