SMITTEN - Chapter 137

Pls dont open unless title has been changed. I’m sorry. I feel terrible. But I think I also need to take care of my mental health. Im already working it out. Pls pls bear with me… 🙁 I appreciate it so much! Thank youuu!!

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If it was from her own world, it would look like their Prime Minister’s lofty Dining Hall itself.

Since Aisha cannot eat with the King anymore, she decided to eat at the Cenatio instead. She really felt suffocated inside her Chamber that seeing the same thing over and over again kills the life out of her.

And it seemed like she made the right choice. Everything is exquisitely beautiful. Even the people. Since she was outside, she doesn’t feel that lonely anymore.

“I’m sorry it took me a while, my lady. I thought you were going to escape again,” Rosalia panted as if she was a marathon runner who has run a 5,000 mile competition.

After a few more breaths, she returned back to her previously formal stance as a model chamber lady that she is.

“Why would I do that? I’m having the time of my life,” Aisha answered after gulping a piece of steak from her plate. “Oh, my, this is the best steak ever. Steaks like this cost a lot in our own world, you know. Not unless you get a discount coupon or it is your birthday. But I actually don’t have a problem with that because I have an unlimited credit card. One of the perks of being a rich kid, eh?”

She babbled on. But Rosalia seemed to be not listening to her as she said an off topic to her.

This time, she drew near and whispered to her ear. “The other royal consorts were looking at you, my lady. I think it would be wise if you would finish your plate at an earlier manner so you can retire to your Chamber.”

As she said that, Aisha’s surprised eyes darted to the tables around her.

The ones nearest to hers were a mixed group of lords and ladies who were busy chatting among themselves in a loud boisterous conversation. They seemed to be oblivious of the presence of a female human with them.

The other table were groups of lords who were ogling around for single women who they might have fun with for the night.

There was one handsome young man who was gazing at her. But she immediately shifted her eyes away. “It’s too late, my dear. I am married,” she whispered in a singsong voice before looking at the other tables.

True enough, there was a round table a little farther from them which gave service to beautiful ladies who were gathered around with their palms covering their mouths as they talked with one another. Indeed all of them were staring at her.

Aisha’s eyes narrowed at them as they seemed quite familiar.

Then they sparkled after she realized that some of them were indeed the royal consorts whom she had talked to a few weeks before when she was not even a royal wife of the King.

‘They were nice to me then. And I haven’t seen them in a while,’ she thought as one of them seemed to realize that she finally caught on them.

She waved her hand in the air in a friendly manner, making Aisha smile and wave hers, too.

To her surprise, she asked her to come over to their table with a wave of her hand.

Aisha bit her lips as she doubted if it would be good if she went there. Even though they have acted nicely to her from then until now, it might just be a show. Like her friends Melissa and Nadine did.

Rosalia seemed to see her distress as she came to the rescue and gave her advice.

“I think it will be all right to not get on their bad side, my lady. It will be harder for you to live in the Castle if the Royal Consorts will be against you,”

Aisha nodded her head as she understood what she meant. ‘This is not my world. I need to learn to cope up with them.’

She immediately stood up, feeling like it would also be more fun if she would be in their company. If they were genuine, she would feel less lonely.

“Greetings, my lady. It seemed like you had finished your marriage week with the King. How was it?” one of them commented.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered as she leaned forward and awaited her response.

Aisha gulped as she didn’t know how to reply. If she told the truth, they might get jealous of her. If not, they might say negative things about the King.

Thinking about what Rosalia said, she just decided to go on with the latter.

“It was okay. It wasn’t that bad. But it wasn’t that passionate either. It was sort of in the middle,” she grinned at them, before biting her lips, recalling how she screamed in delight with the pleasures that the King was giving her for the first time in her life.

To her bewilderment, one of them butted in with a downcasted face. “That is horrible, my lady. The King is a god in bed. He can send you to the heavens just by one quick moment alone.”

“I agree,” another one commented as she raised her hand in the air. Her face was flushed as if she was drunk.

Aisha glanced at their table and it seemed like they were indeed drinking with their cups half-filled with wine.

Then another one said, “I thought last week was the most pleasurable experience I ever had with him. But I can’t believe that what we did yesterday was even more exhilarating. I literally thought I died and was taken up to the heavens,” she giggled making the other ladies swat her arm as they laughed with her, too.

But Aisha was not laughing at all.

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Comparison is the thief of joy.