Scarlett fell asleep again, while Victor went out into the living room.
While he was preparing a martini glass from the drinks cabinet, Scarlett ran from the bedroom in confusion and discovered his presence.
She said reassuringly: “Victor, you are here...”
Victor looked at her and asked, noticing the confusion in her eyes: “Do you love me?”
"What?
Of course!
Why do you suddenly ask?"
This was the easiest question to check her condition.
Victor put down his cup and walked towards her, hugged her and said: “Go back to sleep.”
Victor realized that she loses her memory when she is stressed or stressed, and her memories return when she is relaxed.
Maybe traveling here with him on the train was stressful for her.
He laughed sarcastically at himf for being the reason.
He sat on the sofa, hugging her, putting his arm around her shoulders, kissing her hair and saying, “Don’t worry.
It’s just a short trip.”
“Trip?
When?”
“Yes”
He didn't know if her condition would get worse or better, but he was content to have her in his arms now.
Fortunately, Scarlett quickly calmed down after calming him down.
She buried her head in his chest and said, “I thought you went to the sea again.”
“I won't go anymore”
“Liar.
You always say it's the last time.”
Scarlett closed her eyes and muttered, then said: “Victor.”
“Yes?”
“I love you”
“And I love you”
I patted her and he responded.
Scarlett's face reddened at his unusual tenderness.
She got up and said, "It's cold.
Should I get hot water?"
“The bell is not for decoration.”
“It's just boiling water.”
“Are you a maid?
Ask them.”
Scarlett stopped, grabbed the kettle with both hands and said, “I want to be alone with you.
You may be used to having servants around and ignoring them, but I don’t.
Their presence bothers me.
I don’t feel like we’re alone.”
“I will do it quickly”
Victor didn't say anything, so Scarlett filled the kettle and started boiling water.
When the firewood in the fireplace weakened, Victor approached, took some firewood and put it in the fire.
He noticed a maid who had come to check the heater, so he motioned for her to leave.
Scarlett looked at him in surprise.
For the first time during their marriage, she felt they understood each other.
She carried a cup of hot water for him and another for herf, and said with slight enthusiasm: “When the weather gets cold, I remember my childhood skating.”
Confused, she added: “Sorry, I’m talking unnecessarily again.”
“Continue”
“It's a very emotional story.”
Victor replied calmly: “Okay, try.”
“Well, I used to love skating as a kid.
My dad would freeze water in front of the house to make a skating rink.”
“With your brother?”
“Yes, with Isaac.”
Scarlett nodded, then said in surprise: “Why are you listening to my stories today?”
“Sentimental stories are good for travel.”
“Really?”
Scarlett laughed: “Let’s go on more trips then.”
“Okay”
Victor replied and added: “Continue the skating story.”
“Oh, yeah.
The skates were always white, with silver blades, and labeled ‘endiri’.”
“Enderi?”
"Don't you know her?
Snow Fairy?"
Scarlett's eyes widened, and she asked in astonishment: “How could you not know?
At Salantaire, parents or nannies read fairy tales to children.”
“I didn't know”
Victor was completely ignorant of the story.
Scarlett looked at him in surprise, then got up, sat on the sofa, and patted her knees: “Lie down here.”
Victor's face wrinkled slightly.
He thought she was not in her right mind, but seeing her disappointment, he reluctantly lay down, resting his head on her thighs.
Scarlett began to caress his hair, and said, "Enderi builds houses in the snow.
She is a shy little fairy.
When the snow falls, Enderi appears.
If you build a house of snow, you may live in it, and it is said that these houses do not melt for a while.
A good child built a house of snow, and it did not melt for a week even under the sun.
And when it melted, Enderi left a sweet as a thanksgiving...
You have not really heard that story?"
“First time”
"Why build a snow house?
And parents leave out candy?
My parents used to leave out candy, and Issac and I caught them once..."
Scarlett looked genuinely surprised.
Victor got up, unable to bear the situation, and asked: “What is the moral of this story?”
"A lesson?
Well, the good kid gets the candy?"
“This is not a lesson”
“Should stories have a lesson?”
“My private teacher always asked about the lesson.”
Scarlett stopped, and Victor said: “Maybe they didn’t tell me because it’s pointless.”
Scarlett blinked and looked at him: “When we return to the capital, shall we build a snow house?”
“Are you OK?”
“Okay”
Victor replied, and Scarlett smiled happily.
Then she yawned and said: “I will sleep now.”
She took his hand and pulled him, and they entered the bedroom together.
She touched the bed, and felt cold, so she lay down on the side she was on previously, and motioned for Victor to quickly follow her.
He lay down next to her, where the warmth of her body remained.
He tried to speak, but Scarlett fell asleep as soon as she put her head down.
In the morning, when she saw Victor beside her, she shook him in a panic: “Victor, wake up!”
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, and said: “Do you love me?”
"What?
What is this talk?"
“Just kidding”
Victor got up.
I asked him: “Why did you sleep here?”
She didn't seem to remember last night.
Victor felt aggrieved that she was the one who pulled him, but he lied carelessly: “I liked this room.”
“No matter how much you frown, I won't apologize.”
Scarlett frowned, then gave up and got up.
Victor searched for his shoes as soon as he got up, but to no avail, he reached for the bell.
Scarlett ran to a wooden closet, took out a pair of shoes, put them on, and then threw another one to him: “Take.”
“Taken?”
While he was thinking, the shoe flew towards him.
Victor held it in amazement, while Scarlett went to the window, opened the curtains, and carefully tied them.
Victor put on the shoes and went down to watch her.
Scarlett tied her long hair into a ponytail, then opened the window.
She was upset about waking up with him in the same bed, but when she saw the sight, she looked fascinated: “Oh my God...”
It was a vast field under the sun.
The snow that had fallen at dawn froze on the bare branches of the vines, making them appear white.
She didn't expect it to be this big, as Victor underestimated it.