Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 153: Scene CLIII

The eyes of the woman stared at his for a moment. Yet lastly, her head lowered, telling shy her acceptance. Remorseful of herself as she felt conflicted to the heart that did not cease to beat loudly every time his edges lifted while talking to her.

"Please do... this one has a few buttons as well as threads to tighten."

"... What should I do first."

"Umh... the buttons..." —To the smooth walk of the man to stand behind her, Ewelina shivered as his hand held her by the waist to observe his challenge. — "It will make it easier for it to be tied..."

"A’ight." — Doing as told, Aslak tried not to fall captive of her back in ivory skin, enduring the desire to graze it. Nevertheless... it was her beautiful hair he could not resist touching while going up the buttons of her garments. — "... Your fur is still wet, Fatædi."

"oh... is it in the way?" — Taking it away at his sudden comment, the nape of the woman was fully exposed. However, no response came from the man. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"..."

Continuing his task, Aslak’s hands took the threads. Pulling them nicely, so unlike the first time he had given aid so the woman’s air would not leave her... and yet, the sight of her clean nape distracted his mind from the task...

"... Is it tied?"

"... No."

To her sound the man’s gaze fell to his stalled hands, moving them again to tie the knot as she inquired. Ultimately sliding his hands to feel the curves of her waist, leaning to softly kiss the wife’s nape after finishing.

"!?"

"... Sorry... now it’s tied."

"I-it is alright... Blessed thee Earth." — Feeling the place his lips had graced getting hotter, Ewelina avoided his stare. Nonetheless, her wish to persist in behaving as usual did not fade. — "This dress, husband chose it, did you not?"

"Yes."

"... Does it look how husband thought it would?"

"... No." — Smiling fondly to the modest wife, Aslak answered. Glad of the hint of surprise he provoked in her brown eyes to then add the compliment she allowed with her inquiry. — "You look better, Fatædi."

"Hm... t-that is a relief... What did Sire Kir bring? Is it something we forgot to take from Litilmenni?"

"Ah... wait, Ewelina, don’t touch it."

"? What is it?"

"... Vinka’s doings."

"Vinka’s?..." — Curiosity made Ewelina place her eyes once again on the pouch she had approached out of bashful emotion, letting her hand take it to open and let its content fall to see why the man said not to.

"Ewelina, don’t look..."

"Whose tongue is this?... I suppose not a noble’s for if not the woman you mentioned would not have been the only problem the King told you about this morning."

"... Probably a guard or knight that ticked Vinka off."

"What did Sire Kir say?"

"... The man is dead. He was defeated fast. With just that, I know Jollveld won’t mind... he doesn’t need weak men." — Coming closer to the woman that had drifted away, Aslak informed. Looking curious at her, for such composure was not what he would expect from his frail wife. — "... You’re not putting it away?"

"Ah... well, I do not wish to touch it... Hopefully, this will not bring our house hardships and... I hope the man had no family to care for."

"... Just don’t look at it. I’ll take it away." — Placing himself between the woman and the flesh, Aslak tried to get the woman’s attention. Aware that the loss of many men while crossing the Hœttr Hills had impacted Ewelina’s days with sorrow and more dislike for the sight of red. — "I... Fatædi, I don’t want you to lose more energy. Our fight... I want to forget it too."

"... Well, I... such is the reason why I soaked on my own, do you remember?"

"... Yes."

Noticing his sorry essence continued unbeknownst her wishes, Ewelina’s heart ached for in his grimace the barbaric man demonstrated repentance. Although she was aware his reasons differed from hers.

"... Umh... did the time I took not serve husband’s mind to forget it?"

"No."

His response came quick and the woman was bewildered by the certainty his tone conveyed. Hence, kind as her character was, wise as her soul’s age and loving as her beloved was before her, an aid was given by Ewelina for the couple to return to the warmth of each other.

"Perhaps... we will not easily leave it behind... until this day, our discussions had not... they had not been like this one." — Softly, her hand took the man’s to convey her thoughts. — "Husband is sorry, am I correct?"

"Aie."

"Will husband say... why you are sorry?"

"...... I yelled at you."

"..."

"You cried and... I was annoyed of someone else touching you."

Feeling odd by being asked this by the woman, Aslak’s honesty became difficult for him to say. Scowling at the discomfort while his hand caressed the woman’s as he tried to fight the brute inside himself so his words would not mess up their conversation.

"... And I became hast... ignoring husband’s feelings while assuming you had other women before myself..."

"..."

’And read into your words things you have yet to say...’ — Ewelina added solely for herself to know. Finding the force to let go of the tension once in his expression sad dislike was invoked at her acknowledgement.

Her hand lifted to stroke his cheek, meeting his amber hues to lull the man into their true reconciliation.

"Husband... I apologise."

"! I too. Fatædi, I’m sorry..."

"Did my request to soak alone displease you?"

"... It did... I wanted to groom you, Fatædi... You cried, my wife."

At her apology, as if desperate, the man’s hands took her visage to talk his thoughts out, feeling the warmth of her forehead against his... grazing the nose of the fair Ewelina that enabled the chance for his concern to dissolve... and allowed this short distance to return for the passionate lungs.

"I am sorry, my dear spouse... at times, distance is needed... yet know I do not reject you... it is so I can welcome you again... just like this..."

"Truly?"

"Truly, my man..."

A fond smile invaded the fated partners. And his joy pushed his hands to embrace the woman, purring to the neck of flowery fragrance. Becoming as if an excited beast, his nose chaotically caressed anywhere he could of the woman. Trying to demonstrate his great relief with beastly affection.

"Mmm... My woman~ grmm~ fatædi~"

"Haha! Oh, husband..."

"Fatædi, are we to kiss again?? Can we?"

"... Is affection everything husband thinks of?"

"Yes."

Looking into the delighted hues of her barbaric spouse, Ewelina sweetly asked, trying to ignore the uncertainty within the bottom of her soul and relishing in the tenderness of an adorable Aslak.

"Wife’s affection... clears the air suffocating my lungs... I want it, Fatædi."