"And I thought that I will not be a slave here," Aisha mumbled to herself before she pursed her lips.
Her arms were crossed together with her eyebrows.
It was already afternoon, and she was waiting for the three to arrive. The Castle has their own private Tea Room, to her surprise, making it easy for her to make excuses for the absence of the other guests.
Aisha was supposed to be focusing on her party. But she couldn't shake off what King Leandro said to her before he left.
He seemed to be apprehensive about the letter that the servant brought to them while they were having breakfast. But he managed to stop and gave her a warning that this will be the last time that she's having one.
"I hope everything is alright, though," Aisha thought as she recalled the appearance of the King.
