Once Again

Glovisa stares long at the letter. "You can't...!"

"I want to hear your voice," said the wife. She is cutting her husband off. She knows what Glovisa wants to say but let's pretend she wants to be all lovey-dovey in the evening.

"You can't read!" That great and perfect strike. The husband said it casually. He knows what his wife wants but teasing bits will always be on his side.

'So, you know I can't read, you damned husband!' cursed the wife. She meant well for it. What's the reason he leaves her literary illiterate for long?

The wife scans the outside view after the quiet wind blew lightly on her diaphanous dress. It's the dress she always wears whenever at home and never outside. Reminding her of her father's babble of how much her daughter looks like a bear hibernating in winter because she wearing layer by layer of thick clothes because of the diaphanous fabrics she wore. As well has to take off them every she back home after a little errand outside. Mom's babble no other like, she's looking like an old woman going grocery shopping outside with messed self that's just wake up from sleep. No one could get a man to see her in that kind of way. Very disposition of the opposite women out there wants always to look attractive even after they got married but she's different from them and others. One couldn't imagine how she's after the marriage the way she does not even have a crushing way.

The room is always in free wind entering. She walks everywhere around and sees the windows are always left open. She questions them not a single window closed. Back into history, 'she' never left the house, could she want to see the outside world through these open windows? It's a small world, she sees, Rerin thought.

A diaphanous dress and the husband. Mom says going around like, it's fine to wear the kind of dress of diaphanous in front of him bit reminds her of her.

"When you get married, you're free to wear those diaphanous dresses in front of him."

An assurance for her mother self and her father. Convincing themselves, that the daughter someday will get married of the dresses fabric she wore most times. Couldn't she say it, she doesn't like it very much displaying herself to some window display for others.

All new, branded, and newly up to seasons and dates clothes are all she wore in the house while going out in old clothes. She's one kind woman creating lives with different elegance with only people in the house seeing how she's. A little snobbish in herself preciously pearl in shell left undiscovered but one with ties to her.

Rerin asked her mother back, "What are you going on, mom?"

"It's as I say, daughter, you're the daughter I'll probably see in a wedding gown looking all not much of a bride because of yourself that's not interested in makeup and makeover yourself."

She laughed hard at it. She says her mother is right. Her complexion makes her older than how she was. Working, going out, and living in a different neighborhood do really makes people wonder if it's the same person they see every day???

She's giving out quite a conundrum about the different types of styles. It's easy for people to give out a quick rudimentary because of it. Now, she's married though it's a weird ceremony kind of, to say once again she's the princess next to royal title soon, and she sees herself as propriety to the people under her. Chessmen wouldn't ever serve someone who didn't vacillate chivalry to her purposes and aims according to time and events. Who would want to stick to the same traditions and rules without having it have benefits to one their reverent?

Time will allow her to have a fledge by learning and understanding from scratch and baby steps. She's the queen of her own queen authority. The king is the king and the queen is the queen. She doesn't want to rely upon the power of the king in the name of her husband purely because she has ties to the king. Predecessors like and ancestors like won't have worked on her in this world. She wants to have her own circle bounded only to her empire. People belong to her only and swear absolute allegiance to her only.

"You're getting greedy about it, my wife. How about getting into it slowly and in moderation?"

"I'm fine in accelerating pace a little bit. I think there's more fun in that way."

Now, she's a raptare predator looking for its prey on the move. Glovisa smiles missing his only and dear old self Rerin. What's there to miss when he only sees her for times to remember how many words she uttered, her eyes looking into his eyes, her warm hands touching and counting the seconds, minutes, and hours she was with him?

"Dear Rerin, I miss you," decreed Glovisa.

Now, what's her dear husband talking about? She doesn't get him to read the letter yet and yet, he's being a slave to love? They characterize one who's lopsided possessive to it without refuge. The man in front of her is not.

She did not believe it so but he showed so. The languid man is the real prey without he has to show he's the one.

"Yes, it's tasty. I assured you," replied Rerin. It's time to fool you.

"The dish?"

"Yes, I don't know what the letter wholely but there're foods and drinks drawings on the ledge of the letter. Could it be drawn by kids?"

Glovisa listened to her. It's not the letter characteristics he expected. Kids? Foods and drinks drawing on the letter? It's the other letters. A long-time letter that Rerin seems to never cared about it. Now, she's discovering one by one what's in the mansion. Not mentioning the diaphanous dress she's wearing in front of him. The one inviting to tastier meals is than she mentioned.

"It's all letters about inviting you to the small socialized party among the young ladies around the area. You're one who's good at eating, Rerin but not cooking. It's a shame as a lady but I don't think it's so."

The question in the mind and meant for herself let itself out from the mouth. "Did I go?" She felt comfortable when the gentle wind blew her dress in a waving pattern. The conversation doesn't heavy her, a thank you to it. She remembers again about wearing a dress in front of her husband. A bit of it, she understood the freedom reason to do so. Never she felt grateful, to wake up and an 'unexpected' flavour husband soon is compulsory.

"No, you didn't. You spend the day looking out to the villages while eating as usual."

Rerin's frowning. A frowned upon lady because she's still now good at eating and not at cooking as well as she was before in different a world. Today's conversation only reminds her of pieces of the past. "Husband, ..."

The words she wants to say more are quite a humiliation because both she, and her shame come to his aid. No austerity will be done to teach her cooking. Eating time is exchanged for cooking.

How well she's eating when generally 'maids' are men? Showy as it be, was it the things the maids bought from the marketplace? She didn't have a chance to sightseeing to see it.

It was the consensus readers would be in whole agreement as well.

"Yes?" Glovisa's calm demeanor as always. The quill pen is still in his hands.

"When will you invite me to sit? I've been standing up talking to you." The astute ejaculate camouflage comes out of her mouth. An apology because she's only known to eat. It a quite laughable to herself. As much it's fun and healthy.

Glovisa stands up. His hand puts down on the quill pen gently. No sound and quiet. He walks to the door. No waste of time. The night is approaching. Rerin's eyes followed Glovisa. His moves are unexpected to her. "They're more of those letters. Let's not waste time by you coming here from time to time asking me about letters one by one-bit pieces of them."

Rerin satisfied smiles at her husband. He's a perfect villain without belie as well as with it, discerning in the mazy day, he's being invincible to read. The protagonist's suit partner. She's the fated one. The one couple being and received hated the most in the type genre isekai novel. The one-born villainess is Errin and her unknown partner. Nevertheless, secluded life is what she desired.

It's all once again she's in previously. It's the same skill she used to be in her past life. The fusion since because she's still the one. The usual thing to be vigilant about is using a colander to strain everything previously no need for it. "Very well husband, did you do a clean-up moment you came here? Seems anything here in your palm of your hand."

Honesty is always reliable rather than going on the roundabout way creating more crisis and doubt in each other. Since they know themselves and their desired items, let's be a clean slate to each other morals.

"I'm sure you know the maids. My maids," said Glovisa. His hand was placed on the door handle. Continuing narrative, "Long years ago, after you were sent here, I sent the maids to you. It was the care I could be of at the time." Glovisa turns to Rerin whose eyes are unwavering on him. "No need for you to sit. I could read it to you while waiting for a sleeping time as a lullaby to your ears."

Rerin's mind is on the emphasis words 'My maids'? Why it's so? Time will reveal it but she likes to learn it soon as possible on those words. The words that have no trust to them and more of plaything. "Yes, I would like it." ...Rerin walks to Glovisa. The wind once again blew her dress up to her knee. Glovisa's eyes to her feet. Glovisa's amusing smile. Walks around the mansion barefoot as always?

Why think she's now not the one he knew before? She's still one and will always be one. Why not let her be on his tutelage until she knows at least to wear the slippers? "Never walks without calling me to your side. I wouldn't want the slightest hurt to every inch and corner of your body."

Rerin feels tender passion splurge conveyed by words not more by the gentle and kind touch. Was it she was taking the time or being a niggard to compassion because a thorough examination had not yet been done of the world?

To him, she's truly the one.

"I'm at home. What are you worrying about dear about, dear king?" Rerin by not procrastinating return the love. It's done with a warm and sweet smile in the evening time.

The maids have served her more than she knows the years rather than the one real ones assigned to her from 'home'?

The next assignment reportage will be on those maids, it's? What should she know about these two maids? Vibing out the black auras but conditionally it's comfortable and closer to her heart sometimes time? A deep yearning from the past?

And to speak about the maids, she neither sees them regularly nor rarely sees them. Where they, the mind speak. Not of the maids in these efidice houses or palaces, where they're always everywhere. Rerin's eyes on the empty space of hallway and rooms are the opposite.

Rerin's act arouses Glovisa's jealousy tantrum. "What are you want to know, dear queen? I preferable to you leave those all in your mind and pay your attention to me, my queen."

She chuckled. Why is her husband so keen on wanting her all love? "Childish," soft muttering. You're childishly in love. Easy and peasy all that coming soon. Thank you. The show curtains have lifted up and may that watcher enjoy it all.