The Forgotten Field Novel - Chapter 92
## Chapter 92: The Forgotten Fields (Novel)
An intense scent of water and a sharp smell of mint flooded her lungs.
Talia looked at him with trembling eyes. Varkas, leaning over her, let out a low voice near her ear.
—”If Your Highness causes such a commotion, there is no point in us sharing the same room, do you not think?”
The reproachful tone made her snap out of it. She slapped his hand away and hurriedly backed away on the bed.
As the distance between them increased, his body, which looked like a sculpture of flawless brilliance, came completely into Talia’s view.
Talia quickly cast her gaze downward.
—”Put some clothes on! Do you have no sense of shame?”
At her reprimand delivered in a restrained voice, a slight frown appeared between his brows.
Varkas shook his head as if what he was hearing was absurd, straightened up, and replied in a dry tone:
—”I do not think those words should be spoken by someone who used to stroll around the imperial palace nearly naked at the slightest opportunity.”
—”When did I ever……?!”
Talia, who raised her head in indignation, fell silent upon seeing him pull out a clean shirt and begin to put it on. As he slipped his arms through the sleeves, Varkas threw a biting comment:
—”Since shortly before your coming-of-age ceremony, you began to imitate the Empress in a rather mediocre fashion, did you not?”
Talia’s face contorted with humiliation.
Recalling those days when she struggled desperately to attract even a little bit of his attention, a wave of bitterness washed over her.
She grabbed the pillow next to her and struck his back with all her might.
—”Now that I have a body that cannot even dream of wearing those clothes, you must be very satisfied!”
Varkas, who was buttoning his shirt, turned to her with a gelid gaze.
Talia, who was still panting with rage, suddenly tensed up. After the accident, Varkas had always silently endured all of her nervous outbursts. However, his patience seemed to be reaching its limit.
The man, who was casting a merciless look at her, climbed onto the bed. Talia, almost by instinct, rolled toward the opposite side to escape. She was about to flee when a firm arm wrapped around her waist.
In an instant, Talia was pinned flat on her back again and looked at him with eyes stiff with fear.
He was a man who, when she lost control and went wild, used to firmly subdue her even using brute force. Therefore, although his blunt actions were not foreign to her, her heart skipped a beat.
Varkas brought his face close to hers and uttered in a threatening tone:
—”It would be better if you started correcting your habit of using your hands.”
Talia looked at him with terrified eyes. An expressionless gaze fell upon her lips, which stung from biting them so much. He slowly added:
—”And also that habit of harming yourself.”
Her heart, which was already beating irregularly, began to flutter as if it were going to explode.
She did not know if it was out of fear or some other emotion.
She closed her eyes tightly.
—”Mo-move.”
—”……”
—”Can you not hear me? Get off me!”
Varkas did not move a single millimeter. Under his persistent gaze, her lips felt increasingly dry.
She hid her lips, which were filled with scabs of dried blood, inside her mouth. Varkas, who observed that gesture with narrowed eyes, released the hands with which he was holding her by the wrists. However, before she could use her freed hands, he gripped her chin.
Talia caught her breath sharply. He forced out the lips she had hidden, using his calloused fingers. A damp pad of his finger brushed against the swollen mucosa.
—”Stop mistreating your lips.”
Talia looked at him with eyes full of anxiety and confusion.
If another person had touched her that way, she would have interpreted it as a gesture of sexual desire. Had she not dealt with countless men who burned with desire to lay a hand on her when she frequented the ballrooms of Cenévior?
However, that apathetic face, in which not a trace of desire could be found, disturbed her judgment. For her, that contact was as if her heart were being squeezed, but for him, it seemed to be an action completely devoid of meaning.
Talia let out a restrained sigh.
—”Ah, I understand now…… so get off.”
At her voice, which sounded almost like a plea, his pupils, which contained silvery fragments, shifted upward. Those unfathomable pupils seemed to strip away all her reason.
Talia, out of habit, stuck out her tongue to moisten her lips. At that moment, the tip of her tongue brushed his thumb, and her face flushed deep red. Varkas observed her reaction closely, as if checking whether she truly felt aversion.
Sensing that all her feelings were being exposed, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Unable to bear the silence any longer, Talia blurts out hastily:
—”My, my legs hurt.”
Varkas hesitated.
She turned her head to the side and repeated in a broken voice:
—”I am saying I woke up because they hurt. Call, call my healer, please.”
Only then did he finally pull away.
Talia retreated into a corner of the bed like an animal that had just escaped a trap. Varkas, who was watching her with a thoughtful gaze, let out a short sigh and turned around.
—”I have already procured medicine in advance.”
—”I do not need medicine. The sleep herb works a hundred times better. If you call my healer, she will know……”
At her sharp words, she received a gelid gaze once more. Talia left the sentence hanging and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Varkas took a glass vial from the shelf, opened the lid, and extended it to her. Talia, who looked at the vial as if it were her enemy, accepted it reluctantly. It was the medicine that on her first day in the East, after being forced to swallow it, she had poured into a flowerpot on every subsequent occasion.
She closed her eyes tightly and swallowed that bitter liquid that seemed to burn her tongue.
He accepted the empty vial naturally and laid her back down on the bed. His impassive attitude, as if he were dealing with a ten-year-old child, confused her mind even more.
What was that a moment ago? Was he trying to scare me? Or perhaps……
—”Now, sleep. You will need to rest sufficiently to endure tomorrow’s itinerary.”
The thread of her thoughts was cut by the touch of his hands adjusting her blanket.
Talia watched him intently, as if she were looking at a viper that could strike at any moment.
Without knowing whether she was on guard or not, Varkas adjusted the lamp to lower the intensity of the light and walked toward a corner of the tent. He sat down at a table and opened what looked like a ledger. He seemed to be reviewing the financial records of that place.
Talia watched him while holding her breath, wondering at what moment he would lie down beside her, maintaining that monotonous appearance. However, as the night grew deeper, he remained motionless in front of the desk.
In the end, she was the first to grow exhausted and fall asleep.
At some point, Talia fell into a deep sleep and, the next day, opened her eyes alone inside the empty tent. It was a morning in which her worry about sharing a bed with him turned out to be in vain.
Talia, scanning the interior of the tent submerged in the twilight of dawn with eyes still drowsy, let out a sigh of desolation.
From the beginning, he had promised that nothing would happen. So, why had she been so anxious?
—”Miss, are you awake?”
While carefully examining the space beside her in case any trace of him remained, she heard her nanny’s voice outside the tent.
Talia stumbled out of bed.
—”I am awake.”
Shortly after, the nanny entered the tent taking short steps, carrying a large tray upon her head.
—”Did you sleep well last night?”
The woman looked unusually good-humored. With a radiant smile on her lips, she set down the tray filled with food and began to chatter.
—”I brought breakfast. This time, the young miss will like it too. The administrator of this place prepared abundant food last night, and everything tasted very good.”
Talia frowned and looked at the golden dishes. They were filled with porridge made from various grains, coarsely shaped white bread, strong-smelling cheese, and thick jam. Just looking at it made her feel nauseous.
—”Forget it, just bring me honey wine.”
—”That cannot be. The Grand Duke scolded me heavily and told me to make sure you ate well. Do you not care if I receive a punishment from His Excellency?”
The nanny, who took a piece of bread and inspected it to see if it had any flies or anything similar, was watched by Talia with an expression of distrust.
Her nanny firmly believed that the Emperor, in some corner of his heart, cherished his daughter born out of wedlock. She was surely placing excessive meaning on every word he tossed out in passing.
Talia snapped in a biting tone:
—”And where has that Grand Duke gone so early?”
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