Aysha and Zayne were sitting in the palace kitchen, waiting for one of the chefs to prepare something for them. When they had entered the kitchen, an older lady had greeted them, and when Zayne had told her that they were going to grab something quick, she had insisted on cooking something up.
“I hate being such a bother,” Aysha whispered as she looked over to the woman singing to herself as she cut something up and put it in a skillet on the stove.
“Trust me,” Zayne chuckled, “It’s harder to tell Talia that she doesn’t need to cook something. I’ve tried.”
“Alright,” Aysha sighed, crossed her arms, and laid down on the table.
“What’s going through your mind?” Zayne said beside her as he leaned forward on his arms.
Aysha lay her head down on her arms and looked at Zayne, “What isn’t on
