AISHA
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. It was so fast and loud that Aisha's hand flew to her chest as she tried to stop it.
The man was majestically taller than the average people around him, making him stand out even if he seemed to be wearing a commoner's garment.
He had his broad back in front of her. And there was no way that Aisha could have thought of him as familiar.
But his long silver blond hair gave him away. They glistened under the sun even if he was wearing a huge hat to conceal his head, and perhaps his identity.
"No, no, no, it couldn't be," Aisha immediately shook her head as the thought that it was King Leandro entered her mind. "That is not possible."
