A Public Post

Feeling better, Aisha woke up with an upturned face and a relaxed appearance. She felt her muscles loosened up after the wonderful service of the lady servants yesterday. 

Her cheekbones raised as she blurted out, "That felt really good,"  she hummed as she stretched her back and arms.

Then she sat up straight and clasped her hands on her chest. "Maybe it really wasn't that bad to be wed to the King," she thought as she recalled her conversation with King Leandro.

Just then, Rosalia and the other servants came into the room. "Good morning, everyone!" she greeted them with an enthusiastic waving of her hand.

"Good morning, our lady," All of them bowed down to her.

Rosalia couldn't help but chuckle, seeing Aisha in that bubbly state.  

"Our lady must have enjoyed your service last night," she whispered in a loud voice to the other servants who were with her.

They continued to brighten up the room as they opened the beautiful curtains in the large chamber windows and allowed the sun's rays to penetrate the luxurious room. 

"By the way, I have great news for you, my lady," Rosalia opened up to her with her eyes sparkling and gleaming.

"Is there any better news than having ice cream with a cherry on top as a dessert? You promised me that yesterday," Aisha responded, giving her a bright-eyed look.

"It's not that, my lady. I heard that the Town Crier has already announced your engagement with the King," she said as she seemingly bounced from foot to foot.

Aisha's upstretched face turned into a frown. "Town Crier?" She repeated back to her.

Rosalia's forehead scrunched up as she seemed to realize why she was asking about a normal thing in Gaea. 

"I apologize, my lady. I forgot that you are from another world. The Town Crier is someone who makes public announcements on the marketplace and towns," Rosalia informed her of one of the wedding traditions in Gaea. 

Aisha's petite chin dropped to her chest as she blurted out, "So what you're saying is it was like the King has an Instagram account with all the Gaeans as his followers, and he has just made a post that I am going to be the 1007th Lady Consort."

The other servants scratched their heads as they heard her mumble. Only Rosalia was bold enough to speak up. "What is Instagram?" 

Aisha seemed to wake up from her senses and tried to explain it to her. "Oh, Instagram is a social media account. All your friends and connections can follow you and see your posts and be updated on what's happening in your life." She grinned at her. 

"That sounds interesting," Rosalia beamed back with a curious smile on her face. 

Just then, one of the servants came to her side and uttered, "What do you like to wear today, my lady?"

Rosalia butted in and added, "Yes, my lady. What's your plan for today? Do you like to go somewhere?"

Aisha held both sides of her head as she shook it. "I could still remember the looks on their faces as they badmouthed me."

Her shoulders curved over her chest as she thought about what the people would say now that it was confirmed that the King would marry her. Not as the queen, though. She was relieved. That's too much responsibility she could handle in her hand. 

Even though she didn't live in a monarchy form of government, she knew how the queens don't even have private lives. They were all controlled by politics, which is a no-no for a free-spirited being like her.

"They will not say negative things to you, this time, my lady. I even think they would think highly of you. The King is very choosy when he picks his wives. If you are chosen to be one, it means you are of high standards," Rosalia cheered on.

The other servants agreed with her as they nodded their heads. "My daughter isn't picked even though I prepared her for a year," one of them commented.

"And you wonder why? Of course, you are her mother," one of the servants snickered in a teasing manner. 

The servant's eyes widened in surprise at her statement and pinched her waist, "And you're so pretty, huh?"

The other servants laughed, including Aisha. "Don't worry, pretty ladies. The only reason why I'm chosen is that I'm a human. No more. No less," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Then she added, "Speaking of that, is the King a human? He looks and feels like one. But I think he also has supernatural powers. He healed me one time. Or not? Why is he the King?" Aisha babbled in curiosity. 

One of the servants, who seemed to be at ease now with Aisha, spoke up. "As far as I know. He is not human. The people said that he can bring down rain and open the ocean at his command. There is also a rumor that he commanded the ground to eat up a group of rebels. That's why no one dared try to oppose him after that."

"That's not true. They are all the work of the Great Theos," one of them disagreed with her. "I know he is just a mortal, just like us."

"I have a different opinion about that. I heard he was once struck by lightning. Regardless, he was still alive until now," Another one commented. 

Aisha darted her head from one servant to another. It seemed like they had varying ideas about him. 

"Well, it's okay. I'm going to find out for myself," she said in a determined voice. "Come along now, ladies. Let's go out and have some fun!" She lifted her arms merrily. 

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