Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 150: Scene CL

The cuddle after tangles was as delightful as ever. Breathing in with nice ambience falling upon them, the wedded indulged in the warmth and the faint touch of their hands while resting close to each other.

"... Does the palace’s oil smell different to those at home?"

"Hmm... those at home have a light essence... I believe, here, the fragrances are stronger, husband."

"Hm. Your real scent almost disappears with it, I dislike it."

"...? Am I to stop using oils because of this? Your wife’s hair will suffer..."

"No. Don’t let your fur suffer."

"Hahaha... such honesty. Husband did not hesitate." — Pleased by his quick reply Ewelina cuddled more to his side, drowsy as the moment was the most relaxing both had experienced in a long time. — "... It is delightful to myself that husband appreciates this hair of mine..."

And yet... the man pondered on the honesty mentioned. Forbading the pleasantry of rest along his lung to slowly seat on the mattress and turn to the intrigued wife that followed him.

"Wife. There’s something else I have to say about our marriage."

"... W-what is it?"

"..."

Lost in ponder as to how to tell the matter, Aslak remained silent, for a time the woman grew anxious... Lastly coming to mistaken conclusions provoked by her lengthy past experiences.

"... Is husband... leaving me...?"

"? What? No–... Why are tears falling??? Fatædi, why–"

"Husband is not dismissing me from his side?... From being his wife?"

"..... I... wouldn’t... Haaaah. Darn woman, why on earth... Fuck. Don’t cry. Why even– Effing earth, Ewelina."

"I-I am sorry... I thought... I thought I became worthless and..."

"Woman, don’t anger me further. These tears and thoughts have no sense."

"..." — Downcast, Ewelina lamented her rushed conclusions, slightly pleased to be comforted by the rough hands wiping her tears while scowling deeply and swallowing the roar at her sudden crying.

The woman felt cared for... and yet, while happy...

’Sense they have, my love... only that you ignore their reasons to be...’ — Cuddling to the hand of the man, Ewelina thought. Looking him in the eye again to say in a calmer sound. — "I was hast... I am sorry..."

"..."

Conflicted still, Aslak observed her already swollen lids. Bothered by the red shade that was not from youthful shyness but sadness. Immensely bothered... to the point his instinct growled to embrace her frail body and reassure himself she was not to break.

"!"

Pulled by his hand, Ewelina was forced to rest her head on his chest, seating on his lap while his arms wrapped her, holding her nicely yet tense from worry.

"Don’t cry like that. It’s... it’s upsetting, Ewelina."

"I-... I am sorry..."

"... What I wanted to say was about this woman that’s still here in Ramideos."

"...? A woman?"

"I think her name’s Doreta... I’m not sure, she’s annoying to even recall."

"Haha... You ’think’ such is her name?... Husband’s indifference ought to be because of his dislike..."

"Yeah. She’s a loud annoying woman."

"And yet... what does she have to do with our marriage?"

"... It’s because I didn’t want to marry her that Jollveld suggested buying a wife."

"..... I see... hah... So if not for her, we would not be here." — Upset to think their marriage was possible because he did not want to marry, Ewelina separated from the man, fighting the frown drawing itself in her countenance.

"Fatædi..."

"There is a reason why you mention this now. She’s still here you say?"

"... Yes."

"..."

"Haaa... darn it, you’re upset." — To the glare demanding more information, Aslak sighed, troubled for he knew that as sweet his wife could be, there was ferocity inside her he did not wish to summon. — "... She’s here and she’s probably going to try bothering you. She’s troublesome."

"... She will try bothering me?... How does she plan to do that?"

"Well–"

"The one who wedded a savage barbarian was I."

"..."

"And yet she will try bothering me?... What a disgraceful woman." — moving away to the edge of their mattress, Ewelina said, fighting her displeasure.

"... Fatædi, you’re mad?" — Amused by the ominous spirit his wife portrayed, the man crawled over to dive his nose in her neck, excited by the idea of a dangerous Ewelina. — "Will you fight her?"

"... I only fight you, Inconsiderate man. There is no use fighting a woman whose character drives the man she wants to another woman."

"Grmm~ Fatædi..." — Pleased by her admirable tone, the man kissed her lightly from behind, slyly moving his hand to grasp her body. — "So fierce, my woman..."

"... Halt your hand now, Your Illustrious Grace."

"–... Why are you calling me that."

"Because you bought a wife to avoid another woman. How is it possible you hid that from myself? Whatever your past is, if it involves me, I am to care and learn. Brute man."

"She’s not important."

"She is for if not for her we would not be wedded."

"..... True."

"I do not care for the women you had before me but I–!?"

"I’ve had no woman besides you." — Enraged by her sayings, Aslak pulled her roughly back into the mattress after she tried to stand. Continuing to growl because of dislike. — "You taught me to lick... does that mean you’ve had other men? Huh?"

"!? No! You were my first! How can you say such–"

"Then why do you say that!"

"....."

"..."

Quiet, both stared at each other’s conflicted eyes.

His amber, trembled in fury and hurt, while Ewelina’s bewilderment confused her many emotions helplessly. And yet... it was Aslak gaze that lowered first, mumbling annoyed to think of other hands having his woman.

"... I know no other woman besides you, Ewelina."

"..."

A moment to observe him allowed her heart to continue beating, dismissing the cloudy mist invading her mind... But then...

"!?"

The man stood from the matters, naked as they had ended while intertwining. Determined to dress barely and leave their chambers. However, the woman’s voice stopped his motion.

"... Don’t leave."

"I don’t think we can talk nicely though."

"! Aslak! Don’t say tha–"

*Bang!*

"nGh!?!? Ow!"

"!? Ewelina? Effing earth! You fall now!?"

Coming to aid the woman, who in rush to reach him fell tangled in the sheets covering her, Aslak reproached Ewelina while helping her up.

"nh... Don’t leave, husband..."

"..."

And so, the woman grasping his hand tightly requested with a struggling groan, teary-eyed, for both the fall and his cold attitude hurt her spirit.

"... Your arm is scratched."

"Aslak... look me in the eye with that amber gaze..." — Ewelina then demanded, indifferent to the small scratch burning her skin the man had pointed. Lovingly sliding her arms up his nude chest, uninterested in how her covers started to fall down her also nude body. — "There is no past for me... no man other than you... no other like you, Aslak... My everything, you have it... and you keep taking more of it, my spouse."