Aisha wanted the ground to open up and eat her whole right now.
"Why do I have to get caught up in this mess? I only want to come back home," She grumbled as her eyes darted from one party to another.
She admitted that she was glad to see the King again. It was as if he was her knight in shining armor.
Or not. Because he has a higher position than a knight.
Or another not, because he has a different agenda why he was here. He must have been finding her an inconvenience, a sabotage to his plans.
Still, she was thankful, as she really didn't want to stay at this Manor.
No matter how beautiful it is. It just appeared like a glamorous coffin, with dead bones inside.
But then, why did it feel like she was being torn apart?
If she chose to leave the Manor, does that mean that the King would not get what he was after?
She stared at him with his towering height. His smoldering eyes were penetrating into hers.
