Farhistt was restless on the reclining bed. In one hand he had the goblet with only wine. Their wedding had just ended. He smiled slightly as he recalled the beautiful face of Odessa, the face of his beautiful wife.

She looked like a goddess to everyone especially and she gave a grand garden wedding. He could barely breathe earlier as he walked to the isle surrounded by flowers.

The wide yard of Philco's mansion where their wedding was held looked like magical land. It was filled with plants and beautiful flowers on each side and he made the maiden feel what a special word.

Her friends teased her because she...