Before Yernia was done, Cassian already finished a potato.
Yernia became impatient the moment he produced three peeled potatoes.
She suddenly got this strange desire to win since more potatoes needed to be peeled.
After sharpening her knife, she glanced at Cassian multiple times while peeling that she almost cut her hand.
âNo one will be stealing your potato so just take your time with it.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Yernia felt disappointed.
Was she the only one who wanted to compete?
Was she alone in this bet?
âGive me your hand.â
âMy hand?â
âYes. It seemed frozen and it doesnât look good.â
Cassian, who was peeling his potato while hugging Yernia, stared at her busy hand.
Her joints, her fingertips, and the back of her hand were red.
Cassian put his potato down, held Yerniaâs hand, and blew out a breath, hoping it would give her warmth.
âMy hands hurt.â
âThe ice must be melting.â
Yernia looked at Cassian as if he was possessed while he did his best to warm her hands.
Both of them didnât notice the soldiersâ astonished gazes around them.
They suppressed a silent scream at the unfamiliar appearance of their new superior.
***
Cassian was occupied preparing for the battle.
He went in and out of the barracks frequently to attend meetings.
It hadnât been a day yet, but he had no idea how many times he had come and left.
Now, Cassian had left a bonfire at the barracks.
Due to the urgent situation, he was sorry that he couldnât focus on Yerniaâs needs at the moment but he was planning to make it up to her.
âShall I try embroidery to amuse myself?â
Yernia was bored and alone in the barracks.
Husbands who go to war would receive an embroidered handkerchief from their wives to always remain safe.
Yernia took out a cloth and a ring box she brought there just in case.
After thinking about what to put, she engraved pink tulips on the handkerchief.
When the needle was finally threaded, she began her embroidery.
A little later, Cassian came back.
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â
It was already dark outside but instead of sleeping on the bed, Yernia had dozed off in her chair while embroidering.
She knew that knights were guarding outside the barracks.
However, she didnât want to sleep due to the tension of the war she was experiencing for the first time.
âIâve been waiting for you. I wonder when youâll come.â
As he stood in front of her, Cassian grabbed her cheek with his cold hand.
Yernia looked up at him.
Cassian seemed exhausted.
âIâm sorry for making you feel alone.â
While he was busy dealing with trouble, he didnât have the time to care about Yerniaâs wellbeing.
âYouâre busy so I understand.â
She wasnât upset.
Wasnât it strange that his absence didnât disappoint her at all?
Cassian had to work and she couldnât do anything to help.
However, she felt scared and awkward to be left alone in this strange place.
âI admit that I like it in my way. I can peek at you as you work.â
âWere you curious?â
âYes. I thought you might get kicked out of the army all the time.â
âHaha. Iâm a major.â
Who was powerful enough to kick out a major like him?
Then she shook her head, saying, âThat doesnât make sense.â
âJust leave it and come here. I want to warm myself up.â
Cassian walked to the bed.
Although she stayed close to the bonfire while dressed outdoors, her body still trembled due to the cold.
Yernia quit sewing and followed him to bed.
However, when Cassian lay on the bed, Â she only had a small room to lie down.
Yernia squeezed into that side, pushing against Cassianâs chest.
âGo away, Major Ricardo!â
âThereâs no space anymore, Colonel.â
âThen, make your body smaller.â
âThatâs impossible.â
âDo it.â
âNo.â Cassian insisted and didnât move.
Yernia gently tickled his side.
âWill the soldiers trust and follow a stubborn Major like you?â
âMy Colonel is making fun of me. Youâre setting a good example.â
âTease!â
âYou must have enjoyed touching my body like this, Yernia.â
Realizing that she started this mischievous situation before she knew it, Yernia slapped Cassian on the chest.
How dare he accuse her as if she was the goddess of perverts?
âMajor quit teasing me and move!â
âIf I donât stop, what would you do?â
âAre you negotiating with me? How shameless!â
âGive me a kiss.â
âOh. You want me to guide you.â
Cassian clutched Yerniaâs hand pushing against him and her position changed in the blink of an eye.
His lips were now close to her face.
âPlease give me a kiss.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Before she knew it, Yernia was lying on top of Cassianâs body.
For a moment, she forgot to get herself together from the words hitting her pounding heart.
She couldnât seem to lift herself as if she was hypnotized by his presence.
âI need your guidance.â