The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 62
‘Background checks didn’t mention anything about his relationships with women. But I doubt I was his first.’
With this conclusion, Amber pursed her lips.
“That’s the face you make when you’re dissatisfied.”
“You can tell?”
“Of course. Go ahead, Princess.”
As the sunlight reflected off the lake, making it sparkle like scattered diamonds, Amber struggled to speak.
“Just… I wish I had dated more men.”
“Oh?”
“It’s unfair. Now that we’re married, I can’t meet anyone, but my husband has had his fun.”
“Who said I’ve had my fun?”
“Have you not?”
Looking up at him with that question, Amber saw Igmeyer having a peculiar expression.
“Not at all. Where would I have found the time? I was too busy fighting and earning money.”
“Really? Then why are you so… knowledgeable?”
He knows exactly where a woman feels, right?
Amber found Igmeyer’s words hard to believe.
Each time they were together, all Amber did was experience orgasms until she was exhausted. Meanwhile, he seemed to know exactly how to devour her to the bone.
That wasn’t from experience?
Igmeyer replied, looking wronged.
“I grew up among mercenaries. I’ve seen and learned a lot, that’s all.”
“Ah?”
“Really. The Princess can’t imagine the things that go on in a mercenary camp.”
With him insisting so, Amber felt she had to believe him.
Truthfully, Amber didn’t care if he was a virgin or not.
She preferred a man who knew how to escalate pleasure step by step over a virgin who thought merely inserting his member was all there was to intimacy.
She just hoped he hadn’t been with too many other women.
“It’s nice. I feel like I’ve learned more about you.”
Leaving Nicholas behind was worth it.
Amber strolled slowly with Igmeyer, basking in the happiness and sunlight.
While she did so, Igmeyer discreetly sent signals with his hand behind his back.
Thinking this date would end with just a walk was too naive. Igmeyer had prepared thoroughly for the date.
“Shall we go see the horses now?”
“Horses?”
“It seemed like a good idea for you to have a gentle mare to ride comfortably. Perhaps a large pony.”
Amber was surprised by the unexpected suggestion.
“A horse, all of a sudden?”
“I heard you know how to ride. It would be nice to continue enjoying a hobby you like, especially in spring.”
“That’s true, but…”
Why does he keep impressing her like this?
Amber fidgeted her toes slightly.
Is this how it feels to receive an unexpected gift, something she hadn’t anticipated at all?
In the past, receiving gifts was a given for Amber.
But now, circumstances have changed. The idea of buying something for herself or spending money on her hobbies or tastes was unimaginable.
“If this is burdensome or you dislike it…”
“No, no, not at all!”
“I was going to insist you accept it anyway.”
Her hurried response made Igmeyer chuckle.
“What color horse would you like?”
“I’m not sure, it’s so sudden… but I’ve always wanted a white horse since I was young.”
“Then let’s see if there’s a white horse. Maybe one that’s oatmeal-colored.”
Still feeling bewildered, Amber followed the path Igmeyer led.
Passing by stalls selling tempting food and after a few steps, they came across several merchants with their horses.
“Let’s see, these are all war horses, not suitable. Let’s go further in.”
Igmeyer could tell at a glance the temperament and aptitude of a horse.
Amber, not entirely unfamiliar with horses, didn’t linger long by the war horses.
War horses are big, tough, and wild. She had learned from a young age they were beyond her capability to handle.
“These look good. The muscles are just right, and they have enough flesh to not tire easily over long distances.”
“I like them. They’re all pretty.”
Eventually, Igmeyer spotted a suitable group of horses.
Amber examined each gentle-looking horse as they blinked softly. Then, she noticed a white horse tied up alone at the far end.
“Why is that one by itself?”
“Usually, that means it has a strong temperament.”
“I’m curious. Can we ask the merchant?”
Seeing Amber’s eager attitude, Igmeyer quickly realized she was already taken with that horse.
Indeed, it was an incredibly beautiful horse, with elegant mane, sturdy back, straight legs, and a tail with a hint of golden shimmer.
Riding atop its snow-white body, with its sharp-looking chestnut eyes, Amber would resemble a queen of the snow, perfectly complementing each other as if they were destined to meet.
But if the horse’s temperament is too wild, it could be dangerous.
