Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 142: Scene CXLII

Ewelina’s curious eyes merely observed, yet no reproach was told to her spouse. For within the woman, she could tell such behaviour was one Aslak had practised before their link occurred. And telling him against it before others would seem improper of a wife.

’So rough... it is no wonder the rumours about my love were as such...’ — She thought between secret giggles. Truthfully amused for such attitude befitted her fated spouse. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"!" — The pull of her hand came right after. As the spouse paced into an echoing hall, where at the end of high marvellous stairs seated a bored black-haired man wearing a golden crown, similar in physical appearance to those born in Sortnafeigr yet much cleaner in looks and wearing luxurious clothing.

"Jollveld."

"!? Aslak! Effing arse! You took a fucking long time coming here!" — Standing from his throne an anticipating smirk was drawn in the King. Who went down the stairs in a swift movement to warmly greet the Archduke. Taking his head to clash their foreheads together, strongly and as savagely as one from Sortnafeigr would. — "These fucking nobles are irritating! I’ve been waiting for ya to give them a lesson with those glares, mate."

"You’re their king. Just cut their heads if ya don’t like them."

"Can’t do that. They do serve for the riches, hahaha..." — Being pushed aside by the powerful hand of Aslak, Jollveld Fjeld, the King of Zaarmideos laughed intensely pleased by the savage ways of the Archduke. Finally taking notice of the measured wife calmly witnessing their exchange, concealing perfectly her surprise. — "... So... the woman I see here ought to be your wife. Am I correct?"

"Ai."

"Archduchess, it is a pleasure–... What are you doing."

"Don’t touch my wife."

"....."

"... Ahem. Husband, it is no one else than his majesty greeting my humble self."

"He’s just Jollveld. A caged Sortnerer." — Glaring at the King whose eyes widened at his possessiveness, Aslak growled. Continuing to introduce the woman so the close king wouldn’t join the woman’s allegations. — "Jollveld. This is my wife. Ewelina Myrkzver. My Archduchess. She’s mine to touch. Now tell me where we are supposed to rest."

"?! Uh... Your Majesty, it is an honour to meet you in person. I can see my spouse is close to your grandeur, yet do excuse his straightforwardness. The journey has been difficult, and I believe he is concerned for a weak wife such as myself needs rest after many days of travel..."

"Ah... Yes, I see..."

"Fatædi, don’t explain to him."

"Fati–!??..." — Preventing his bafflement to completely letting out unmannered behaviour, the King composed his voice to talk politely in front of a lady whose raising truly appeared one of a noble’s blood. Talking proud while glancing intrigued at the unmatched, yet oddly befitting couple. — "Ahem. As I see it... It appears to be the case that my persistence on you earning a partner brought something good as gains..."

"Yeah."

"??? What?" — Surprises to his quick agreement, Jollveld flinched. — "You agree with it??"

"It made you shut up for a while."

"!? Goodness! Husband!"

"Ah... ah... it is alright, milady Ewelina... We usually talk like this... Well. I can tell my cousin is not pleased by doing a proper introduction right now. The journey truly must have been annoying."

"Never been worse." — Tightening his hold of Ewelina’s hands, Aslak’s frown agreed with the King once again while peeking at the blushing woman, who fought bafflement and fondness because of his attitude.

"I can tell." — Amused, Jollveld granted, feigning ignorance to the link the couple had crafted in each other’s company. Smirking as the sight was unthought of. — "Take your leave. Rest at your chambers and come see me later, cousin. I want to converse with you."

"The day after tomorrow."

"Wh–"

"Your majesty! My spouse has become a tad of a jester. Do not mind his ways, he meant to say he would come to you after some rest was gained."

"I didn’t mean that."

"... You did."

"..... What about tomorrow." — Contemplating after the sharp glare of his wife, Aslak reluctantly asked the confused king. Deciding by himself as no words could properly come out.

"Uh.. Ah... well..."

"I’ll see you tomorrow. Woman, come here."

"! Until another opportunity, your majesty."

"ah... yes..."

"Tsk. Just come here."

Pulling on her hand as she turned to bow to a baffled King, Aslak took her away from Jollveld’s sight, paying no mind to the comfortable Sir Kir that followed them along those servants that were to guide them to the chamber prepared for the couple.

"Aslak."

"..."

"Husband."

"Don’t talk now."

"?! No. What are you doing?? How come you act like this??" — Whispering to an angered spouse the also upset wife reproached his doings. Walking straight and acting properly as she tried to match her husband’s pace, also attempting to conceal from other’s ears the discussion they were to have. — "Besides... how come it is only now that I learn his majesty is my spouse’s cousin??"

"Shut up. It’s not important."

"– Do not tell me to shut up." — Glaring, her hand attempted to escape his hold. Halting his motion, useless as the man also glared, holding her gaze just as fierce as his partner’s.

"... Don’t retrieve your hand."

"..."

"... Your illustrious Grace, I am aware there is an issue you wish to discuss with her Brilliant Grace... However, may I suggest you to follow the lad that will guide you to your chambers?" — Acting proper, Kir suggested. Not truly interested in aiding the couple but more so in going back to his men.

"......."

Silence continued between Ewelina and Aslak while the battle of their glares did not cease. Yet the constable persisted...

"Your Grace?"

"..... Take us there. Quick."

Finally summoning a response from the scowling Archduke whose ferocity did not avert from his wife’s, the feeble lad rushed to guide them into higher floors. And yet a silent fight continued between the Archdukes, for the man would not let her hand slip away as much as she twisted it to escape his hold.

’Brutish man! I cannot believe this selfishness!’ — She grimaced the more she struggled. More enraged as she deemed his behaviour improper even if before family. For his ruthless way to order her and his lack of care to act politely when introducing her to the Monarch was not the respect she expected him to showcase. — ’His ways are too much! This fame is not solely a household’s doing! Barbaric brute!’

"My lord this is the room–"

"Leave."

Interrupting the lad that stood before the doors, Aslak pushed him aside with a simple walk into the chambers, opening the door easily, while Ewelina followed behind more upset by his unmannered behaviour.

*Bang!* — The closure of the doors resounded... while Ewelina’s feet stammered inside... for he had pulled her into the room. Rough and impatient.