Chapter 4

Taya went out to the garden; the moon was full, the place was glowing in dazzling beauty, and her jewelry was sparkling with every step.

"It's okay, for you feel a little angry at me, my dear family," she spelled out, running to the other side of the garden near the gate, staring at it as if she wanted to escape and leave this mess behind her. 

But she didn't want to run a way; she was not that weak; the wine she had been drinking was strong, and it had begun to take its turn.

Taya felt her heart stop beating for a moment; there was a perfume stuck in the air; she felt as if something was attracting her to walk to the oak tree in the middle of the front yard; there were some trees around; and in the middle, a man was sitting with his eyes closed.

Taya sat near him. "Why did the party owner leave her party?"

His voice was manly and gave her butterflies; with every word he said, Taya was feeling the same warm, as if Orig were speaking.

That man had long, black tufts like the night, tied to the top; his skin was fresh, and even his eyes were beautiful, despite their severity. 

"Why didn't she join everyone?" said Taya, who looked at him; his brown eyes captivated her; he had thick eyebrows, adding shadows to those eyes that made her heart beat so hard.

'You're not falling for him; its just the wine, nothing more nor less.'

She thought, shaking her head, hardly wishing to have those images out of her mind. 

"I don't like parties," he replied in short. She whispered back to him, "Me too." Taya felt like she had seen this person before. 

"Do I look like someone to you, madam?" 

His hoarse voice was the one who brought her back to her delusions and pulled her out of her entangled deep memories in a blink.

"Yeah, with Orig Dessmann," she replied.

"Orig. Dessmann, without nicknames, sir, or something." 

The man, who was annoyed, said she had noticed the change in the tone of his voice, so she returned her looks at him to knock on this man more. 

"Fuck it is my husband, shit, damnit, why didn't I know him from the beginning? And why was he here? Wasn't he on a mission? And he just sent a knight to him to attend the party instead of him, to mention that I didn't see his knight, Pft!"

Taya shouted in her head. 

Her eyes ignited with fire; she never thought that Orig himself would have a normal conversation with her. She had previously wished she could talk to him, even for a minute, except to say good morning, or she had a good evening.

"Marry me, and I will make you the ruler of the seven kingdoms of Rose Prince Orig Dessmann." 

Said Taya, who got up and reached out; she extended her hand to him; there was a silence for a few seconds; the man's shock looks; he smirked at her face.

"Excuse me, miss, but you made a mistake; I am not an Orig." Before he continued his speech, she quickly sat on his lap, as if she was used to doing that movement, which made him besieged, to prove to his soft lips the truth that her previous speech was not nonsense. 

"You're, of course, Orig; my lips haven't tasted anybody else, I save them."

She replied, feeling heat that roamed all over her body; her heart skipped a beat or two.

"You were on a mission to spy on the crown prince's men, or let me say less, you were trying to assassinate the crown prince, and you failed."

She added it and quickly moved away from him; he still does not understand what this woman wants, who had just come across, and how she could know something of his secret career plans.

Before Orig could ask her about everything, two soldiers came with a servant, asking Taya to accompany them. She told them to wait. She approached Orig, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear: 

"Don't be late; I'll wait for you, my husband, Orig." Her smile was shining, as if she meant every word she said.

He was stunned, watching her leave; he had never been touched, yet she dared to kiss him, and over that all to call him a husband. Who the hell is her?' he thought, tracing his fingers on her touches. 

"I know what you're going to tell me, but I won't go back to that damn party." 

Taya yelled, pushing the maid's hand away from her; she was barely walking. She turned back, and her flew kisses sent the poor man, who just bit his lip watching her movement.

Taya threw herself on the bed, staring at the lamp, thinking about what she had done; she, of course, had feelings of love for her husband, Orig, in her previous life. 

Falling in love with him only made her more painful; she was never encouraged to tell him that she loved him; she was afraid that he might leave her or even get angry at this fact.

She slept with a heart broken from her previous condition. I wish if I could make him fall for me.' That was the only thought running through her mind.

The morning rays that tangled her face made her wake up with severe headaches. She hates the drinking habit she had gained in her previous life; she was getting drunk to forget her disappointment.

She couldn't remember all of the previous night's events, so she took a bath, then sat combing her hair. Suddenly, the image of that man and the sight of their kiss passed through her mind.

"Fuck, what did I do? Did I go crazy?

Of course, Orig will kill me. "

She slapped herself. Orig was savage and had no mercy in his heart.