Yernia was more nervous than before.
She was afraid she would kill Cassian.
Her husband merely laughed, sensing her tension.
âYouâre pretty weak so I wonât die no matter how hard you draw. Just do it, Yernia. If I die, youâll die, too. Got it?â
âYouâre being ridiculous. Dead husbands would usually wish their living wives to be happy.â
âI canât do that if I die alone. Donât you think itâs unfair? A husband and wife should stay together through thick and thin.â
âThat would never happen.â
Yernia heard that from one ear before it passed unto the other.
She angled the blade on his sleek jawline and swept up from his chin.
It was awesome to see the shaving cream clustered on the blade, clearing his beard.
Yernia rinsed the blade in the water before shaving him again just like Cassian taught her to.
âHmm. Youâre better than I thought.â
âI tried my best not to kill you.â
âHaha. You want to kill me?â
âNo. But, I want to hit you.â
Cassian groaned when Yernia flicked his forehead with a finger.
She lifted Cassianâs chin again when he decided to shut his mouth.
***
Yernia stayed up all day, embroidering her handkerchief.
She was certain she started embroidering in the afternoon, but when she came to her senses, the dawn was already bright.
She wanted to sleep but she went outside instead.
Breathing gulps of cool air awakened her even more.
She walked for a while and saw the guides being occupied with meal preparations for the troops early at dawn.
Yernia naturally joined their group.
âI came out too late.â
She was about to help but they were already done.
Others tried to give Yernia her meal portions, telling her it was alright, but she had no time to eat.
Her handkerchief was not completed yet.
âIâll eat later.â
âYouâre still embroidering it, arenât you? Is it for the Major?â
Sinira looked at Yernia with interest.
âYes. What do you think?â
Yernia had a knack for embroidery because that was all she did at the mansion, including flower arranging.
Of course, she still has to improve her skills.
âItâs pretty amazing! However, I donât have any desire to make that for my Esper.â Sinira grumbled as if her disappointments had already accumulated.
Yernia didnât want to know but it turned out Siniraâs Esper was a tough dude.
She still chose to finish Cassianâs handkerchief despite Siniraâs words remaining at the back of her mind.
When both of them started eating, Sinira didnât talk to her after that as if she had already said what she wanted to say.
The march of a thousand military boots was heard nearby, making Yernia glance at the movementâs source.
Cassian and his troops were rushing in.
âCassian!â
Yernia jumped out of her seat.
Cassian, who was marching at the forefront, halted.
Yernia, who suddenly popped out of nowhere while blocking his path, felt burdened by Cassianâs scrutiny.
âI have something for you.â
Yernia took out the handkerchief she made.
âI made this for you.â
Cassian frowned as he stared at her.
âYou didnât sleep last night because of this?â
She wanted it to be a secret.
Unfortunately, Cassian noticed.
âHave a safe trip, husband. Please donât get hurt.â
She blushed in embarrassment.
Cassian took the handkerchief and examined the embroidered pink tulips in it.
His expression became strange.
She didnât know if he was happy or furious.
âOh, I canât stand it.â
It appeared like he was trying to suppress his joy but he failed in the end.
He couldnât help the corners of his mouth from going up.
âWhat are you going to do?â
As long as Cassian was happy, all her hard work was worth it.
She immediately felt better.
He grabbed Yerniaâs cheek and kissed her forehead.
The warm and soft sensation on her forehead caused a smile to spread across her lips.
âThis is my gift in return for the handkerchief.â
Yernia flinched.
She wasnât guiding him right now and it was too short to call it as such.
He said so, didnât he?
It was a reward for making the handkerchief.
Yes.
Reward.
Yernia nodded then.
âTie it over here.â
He offered his wrist in front of Yernia.
She had no idea what she had done but the sight of his innocent face set her stomach on fire.
Yes.
Reward.
He only kissed her out of gratitude.
She shouldnât attach any unnecessary meaning behind it.
It wasnât like she was in love with her husband.
âIâll be back.â
When Yernia began tying the handkerchief to his wrist, Cassian bent his neck and looked into her eyes.
His eyes were filled with laughter.
âHave a safe trip, Cassian. Iâll be waiting for you.â
Yernia hoped that he would return safely.
***