Princess
Arya paced up and down the corridors of her room. Her little girl was peacefully sleeping in her crib. With the nanny around, she wasn't as drained as she had been yesterday.
That was simply a nightmare for her. Despite it being a bad experience it helped her wake up to reality. She bit on her nail before unconsciously retrieving it.
The woman could hear her mother's voice in her head criticising her on how to be a lady. Biting on her nails was a big turn off.
Feeling a little cramp on her legs, she sat down on the hammock couch beside her frame.
Her mind was finally functioning properly. Perhaps this would be considered the first time she became self aware.
She looked at her body and attire. She wore a lose grey dress that was almost ugly to look at. Though she couldn't see it, she was aware of the baby fat on her tummy.