Aria's pov
I was once again relieved of my ability to walk, I laid in bed till Margery came knocking again, this time more aggressively.
I grumbled as I got off the bed, I yanked the door open and glared at her, "don't give me that look,"
"What look?" I countered back.
She sighed and shook her head before barging in uninvited.
"Come in, why don't you?" I sassed.
She looked at me and the bed while I held my breath, she then grinned, "it must have been good since you want to kill me for waking you so early,"
"I hate you," I mumbled and nose dived into the bed.
She tasked, "no, it's almost time for training and you are not yet dressed,"
I said something into my pillow that I wasn't sure of.
"Get up, it's surprising that I am pleading with you when it's the other way around,"
"I am exhausted, who knew walking around and looking pretty would wear me out,"
When she didn't say anything, I sat up and saw her already looking at me,
