after his wife died, she became worried about not knowing whether vicil was receiving guidance or not. in this way, vicil itself was worrisome. on the other hand, it was also because of cassian. cassian was also very surprised. as much as yernia was surprised to hear about vicil, cassian must have been more surprised than she was.
no matter how bad the father-and-son relationship was, cassian didnât hate vicil. cassian could never handle losing vicil. holding his hands wouldnât be a difficult task.
âyou donât have to fuss over me. i already have a guide.â
âiâm glad to hear that.â
âthen you must not be afraid of me anymore.â
âwhat?â
âyouâre not trying to run away from me, shaking like before.â
yernia smiled. vicil, who didnât miss her trembling in his presence, smiled back. although yernia was having a hard time with him, she still checked his condition every time. vicil pretended ignorance to see her reaction.
âthen iâll be on my way.â
âsure.â
yernia, who got up from the chair opposite vicil, exhaled a sigh after leaving the office. she was always afraid of vicilâs penetrating gaze. yernia was a naive child when vicil, who had just returned from the battlefield, visited ciliardâs mansion to see cassian. who wouldnât be surprised to see a huge man in a bloodthirsty suit? however, that fact alone didnât scare yernia since she gradually forgot about it as time passed. as a young and simple child, she liked vicil enough to call him father. perhaps, the reason why her impression of vicil had changed was to that one âincidentâ.
âhow dare you go after my son?â
while attending the academy, yernia visited duke lecardo to do some homework with cassian. that was when she saw another side of the duke. vicil, who was blunt but friendly to her, had stepped on somebodyâs hand while staring down at him crawling on the floor. later, she figured out that cassianâs relative had tried to remove cassian. she couldnât forget the pressure and the heavy atmosphere she felt then. his eyes looked emotionless but she knew he wasnât bad.
the fear she felt at that time still followed yernia to this day. the problem was she got scared so easily even though she knew that duke lecardo remained the same. that was why they were able to face each other like this.
âyou need to respond to a lot of letters, little lady.â
âso many?â
when she left vicilâs office, len brought a pile of letters. despite the accumulating pile, yernia was a little moved that len had given her enough reprieve to relax by traveling and visiting the duke.
âiâll see you in the garden. get me some cookies and tea.â
âyes, leave it to me, my lady.â
the amount of correspondence made her sigh, but it was something that she had to do anyway. yernia went to the sunny garden to finish it today. seasons had already changed. the cool wind swept through her forehead. as she sat on a well-decorated garden table, yernia took out the letters len had left and read them one by one.
âas expected, the rumor has already spread.â
most of the letters were concerned about yerniaâs physical condition. she was grateful and amazed to read what these senders were doing so she started writing the replies herself.
âmarquis!â
suddenly, herena came out of the front door and ran towards the gate. yerniaâs head turned in that direction. Â at some point, herena stood in front of cassian, who just got off the carriage entering the gate. the sun shone over their heads as the breeze shook the treesâ branches. as cassian stared at her, herena smiled shyly and tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear. yernia dropped her pen. t
âi feel likeâ¦â
it was so strange that couldnât just dismiss it. her heart beat faster against her will, her body stiff. the smile around her mouth had long disappeared.
âyernia.â
what were the two talking about, that herena had a shy smile on her face? Â why was cassian looking at herena? the questions rising in her mind made her feel bad.
it was only when cassian finally looked her way and approached her that yernia asked. âwhat are you doing here?â
cassian wore a slight grin as his shadow cast in front of her. he was looking at yernia and not another woman.
âdid you wait for me?â how nice~ âwhatâs wrong with your expression? did something happen while i was away?â
âwhat did you two talk about?â
âwhat?â
âyou and herena were looking at each other a while ago. what did she say to you?â
every time cassian stared at yernia like that, her breath would quicken. somehow, she wanted to avoid that gaze. she held her pen again, pretending to be calm.
âshe must have had nothing to do these days. maybe, sheâs bored.â
pretending not to know about cassian and herena seemed useless. still, she was afraid that their story would go back to the original plot. she wanted to tell cassian about it to get rid of her anxiety but it didnât work out as she wanted. cassian finally spoke.
âyernia.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âyou have to be clear, you know?â
in the end, cassian gently grabbed yerniaâs chin to stop her from lowering her head.
âtell me youâre jealous because of herena so that i would understand.â