Nashira was unfazed by what happened in the pavilion. It was just a typical day for her. She used to be in the middle of the gossip, but now she is the story's topic.
“My lady, would you return to the palace?” Tahmina asked. Nafeesa let go of all the maids and walked with only her.
She turned to look at the maid, wearing the white uniform with the end of bandages peeking from the end of her right sleeve. Both her palms were tied up with a white cloth—the only one of her people who survived.
“Tahmina….” She asked.
“Yes, my lady?” Tahmina watched her worried.
She has been worrying about her health.
“Do you miss your friends?” A gust of wind blew past them. Nafeesa’s hair past her cheeks and floated in the air.
“Your Highness… I ..” Tahmina could not say anything.