The golden rays of sunlight gently brushed her delicate face as she gazed at the empty room. Orig hadn't come to bed, and his side was still cold. She put on her coat and stood by the window, watching the morning preparations in the training yard below.
Orig was there, dressed in his formal suit, holding one of the rifles. The promotion ceremony for his knights was approaching. In her previous life, the queen had forbidden her from attending because she knew nothing about the event. The first shot to honor and promote the knights was supposed to come from the commander's wife's gun.
Back then, Taya had been ignorant of how to handle a gun, trembling in fear at the sight of one. Though her father had owned one at home, she was never allowed to get near it.
