Aisha sat down on the enormous, cushy bed. Everything around her looked luxurious. And to think that she was just a 'Lady' in this place.
It's not that she wasn't used to it. She was a rich kid herself. What she wasn't familiar with was not being able to do what she wanted to do.
Her jittering hand clutched on her chest as she felt suffocated just thinking about it.
She wanted to know what happened to her own world. If she was alive, then perhaps her family could still be breathing somewhere.
If not, would there be another place where she could stay where she could be free to be herself?
"Good evening, milady," Rosalia came into the room with another servant. She was holding a tray of food while the other servant brought in pieces of quilts.
"Here's some honey broth and freshly baked baguettes to warm your stomach," She smiled as she placed the food on the table.
