(Prologue) Chapter 4 - Talia in the mansion (part 2)

"... Please, talk from there!"

She demands in surprise from hearing his voice. (What does he want now?)

She relentlessly grabs the towel hanged on the divider and attempted to cover her goods with it.

Unfortunately, Damen who heard Talia's shocked voice had misunderstood it as a pleading yelp and responded in alarm.

"TALIA! What's going on-" The young lord was cut off upon his tracks as he rushed to enter in Talia's room -only to find the noble lady covered in a sweet scent of roses and was delicately tucked in her bathing robe.

Her hair was still soaking wet and the water had trickled down her face and unto the floor. Her face turned a shade of pink at the unwanted yet pleasing entrance of the lord. Damen stood in front, aghast from her sight. Surely, her beguiling appearance had blessed those pure eyes.

"What are you staring at?" Talia was perplexed at the lord's sudden ruckus. And instead of feeling mad about the rudeness, she was rather intrigued by this.

"T-t-that! I'm sorry! Heaven knows that's not what I'm trying to do here, I thought something happened to you. I promise I'll meet the priest tomorrow-" Damen cluttered with his words. He felt panic and weirdly enticed by Talia's wet looks. He didn't want Talia to misunderstand so he had to hurriedly ask for forgiveness and even mention the priest as if he had already sinned.

Talia: "What did you come here for, my lord? (Hey it's frickin' cold so please hurry up).

Damen felt conscious with his reaction and slowly turned around.

"Let's talk later..."

And with his words he completely turned around and left for the door. His ears had burned uncontrollably. He felt grateful for Talia's calm demeanor despite his rude behavior.

A moment had passed and the silver locks lady had finally stepped out the door. She was already in her nightgown but had put on a wool coat for the lord's convenience. Talia didn't really mind the small exposure from earlier but the Lord was too sensitive for that. Such appearance of flashing once skin in certain areas were the fashion trends in the Southern, but it was different for the Western. Here, ladies were not allowed to flash their legs down to the ankles.

As Talia had stepped out, she was welcomed by Damen's radiating beauty that awaited her for the past few minutes. The lord had offered his hand to her and escorted her to an office room in the mansion. They sat there in silence as the butler poured a hot honey milk for the two.

Before the butler had left the two completely alone, he let out a tiny black square sachet and placed it beside the lord's mug –hiding it as if it were something conspiring. And with that he flashed a tiny wink to his master and left the room.

Talia: "Is that a condom?" (I didn't expect things to escalate this way)

Damen: "Oh this?" he held out the notorious black sachet in full innocence. (This is probably medicine)