Sania couldn't believe her eyes when she got to the rooftop. Without Melissa's persuasion, she wouldn't have followed the guard.
As she stared at the scenery, she wondered if Taffi read her mind, or knew exactly what she wanted. She remembered telling Damien that one day, they'd have breakfast on the rooftop while sitting on a comfortable sofa covered in fur blanket.
She also said that the rooftop would be surrounded by flowers, tulips to be precise, and they would stare down at the village from there since most castles were built on higher grounds than the village itself.
The fact that this scenery was as detailed as she had wished for left Sania perplexed, her jaws dropped and she was closed to exclaiming,
"How?"
She refrained and turned to Melissa who had a smile on her face,
"It's beautiful," she said.
With a nod, Melissa retorted,
"Yes my Lady, it is beautiful indeed. The King would be delighted to know that you are pleased with it."
"Did he do this within the short time that I was at the library?" Sania asked.
"I cannot say, my lady, please have your seat, his majesty will be with you shortly." Melissa gestured and ushered Sania to sit on the sofa after taking the storybook from her.
While Sania was seated, Melissa noticed Taffi walking through the door silently, so she found a way to excuse herself.
"I'll keep the novel in your room, my lady," she said to Sania.
"On my bed please, I don't want to look for it," Sania instructed and Melissa nodded her head.
"Yes, my lady," she said and walked away.
Meanwhile, Sania hadn't realized that Taffi was already on the rooftop smiling behind her. She admired to the sofa so much because she was obsessed with fur.
The tulips were quite the eyecatcher and she couldn't resist the urge to stand up and touch them. As soon as she stood up to approach the flowers planted in pots, she noticed Taffi standing at the entrance staring at her with a smile.
Sania stopped in her tracks and looked up at him, she imagined how embarrassing it would have been to go around sniffing tulips while he watched secretly.
"Did I interrupt something? He asked and slowly approached her with a charming smile.
Sania instantly averted her gaze and turned to the food that was placed on the table.
"I'm starving," she said and walked back to the sofa while Taffi shook his head disappointedly.
He joined her on the sofa and waited for her to say something else, at least a compliment wouldn't hurt, or what she thought about the setup.
"I love fur," Sania uttered and picked up the blanket to demonstrate by wrapping it around herself as though she was out in the winter.
"Good," Taffi responded, it wasn't the conversation he wanted, but it was a start, at least for him.
Sania took off the blanket and sat properly, while Taffi handed a bowl of chicken sauce to her.
"Here you go," he said,
"I had a feeling it would be nice to enjoy breakfast today on the rooftop while staring at the village below."
Sania's hand paused, she ought to have been savoring the sweet taste of the food, but his statement caused her to freeze, and she couldn't resist the urge to ask,
"How did you know?" She placed her spoon back in the bowl and stared at him suspiciously.
"Uhm… know what?" He stuttered despite knowing exactly what she asked.
Sania sighed and responded,
"Don't worry, I was just thinking about something, nothing much."
"Your father told me you love fur and tulips, it's the inspiration for the setup," he said, and Sania wondered why he didn't answer the question as soon as she asked.
"Oh," she mumbled and finally took a spoon of the chicken soup. For some reason, she believed the setup was just heaven giving her a reason to remember Damien and the promises he made to her.
"Do you like it?" Taffi finally asked since Sania had refused to talk about it.
"It's good, very good," she answered,
"Aren't you going to eat?" She dropped her soup bowl and picked up Taffi's bowl and a spoon.
"Here," she tried to feed him and Taffi found it rather amusing, he just couldn't understand the young lady he was married to, and why she claimed to have such a tough exterior.
He opened his mouth and accepted the food, after which he tried to reciprocate, But Sania shook her head and said,
"No, no," she took her bowl of soup from him, gave Taffi his soup, and said,
"I just wanted to make sure that I'm not the only one eating."
Taffi was stunned, and it was evident in his facial expression which Sania pretended not to notice.
"I love the set up by the way," she remarked,
"It's something I always wanted to experience, so… thank you." She smiled and he smiled back at her, although Taffi couldn't tell whether she truly meant it or was just saying it because he asked.
Somehow, he felt like she was still upset with what Tehila told her, or what he told her.
For a few minutes, they enjoyed breakfast without a discussion. Sania's mind was occupied with the thought of his gesture, and how hard he tried to please her when suddenly, she remembered Tehila and broke the silence.
"You never said anything about Tehila, pardon me, but… how do you know her?"
Taffi almost spat out his food when she asked, and Sania was quite stunned by the act, wondering why he was being dramatic as if she asked something out of the ordinary.
"Sorry, are you okay?" She asked, a little bit concerned that he might be choking. She gave him a cup of water, which he accepted after placing his soup bowl on the table.
"Thank you," he acknowledged and gulped every last drop of water in it.
"What did you say?"
"I was asking about Tehila," Sania dropped her soup bowl on the table as well, and changed her sitting position so that she faced him directly,
"How do you know her?"