Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 165: Scene CLXV

Ensimismated in the lips of her handsome spouse Ewelina took a moment to order her dazed thought. Talking with dreamy sound to the man inciting her with playful affection.

"... Remember... I had said it is also a hazard... for myself..."

"Grmm... I remember... yet I..." — Seducing her with slow caresses of his nose, Aslak conveyed his awareness... teasing with the edges that mischievously did not touch her awaiting lips while his true thoughts were told within. — ’I don’t care, my lung.’

"haa... Aslak..."

The inclination of the woman towards the magnetic enticement of her spouse was further attracted to him by the hand that greedily caressed her leg. Inviting her hand to also stroke the strong limb of her mate... lost again in the passion her heart wished to dive profoundly into... without minding any of her surroundings as the man appeared as her everything. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The puffs of the couple... were prepared to lock in a lovesome kiss... and yet...

*Creak~!*

"Tsk! Damn it..."

"Excuse my delay, dear cousin. My son had a few things he wanted to show me. I could not tell him to come back later-... Is my tardiness that upsetting?"

"You dare ask?"

"! Umh... Good day, Your Majesty. Even if delayed we are honoured to meet you."

"Oh, Archduchess... it is so nice to have your gentle person here to alleviate Aslak’s bad temper." — Glad to see the polite Ewelina reign over the violent cousin, Jollveld smiled, extending his hand to show hospitality to the couple. — "Yet do not remain standing. Sit down. The food, bring it now so we can eat comfortably."

Spirited, the King sat along the Archdukes, disinterested in the glare of his cousin after praising his wife.

Possessive, Aslak fell on his chair, placing his big hand immediately on the woman’s leg, frowning at the king who smiled kindly at her, keeping her in his touch as if to feel reassured she would not be stolen... although no reason was there for him to have such beliefs.

The grip of the man made her eyes discreetly look at its grip yet fail to restrain the flush from embarrassment. And sweet, taking advantage that the king could not see the works underneath the table, her small hand came to cover his wide one as best it could, stroking the side with her thumb as she met the fierce gaze of her spouse... that softened and made his hand turn to intertwine fingers with her in a silent exchange.

"... It really is good you are his wife..." — Observant, the king noticed the change in Aslak’s threatening essence. Continuing to talk to Ewelina even while aware Aslak came immediately back to glare at him. — "He’s keeping shut even as he wants to bark at me. Ewelina you have-"

"??!"

"Why are you calling my wife by her name."

"... She’s your wife, that makes her my cousin, my family too. Calm down."

"I don’t like you saying it."

"God... Is he always like this, Ewelina? I hadn’t had the chance to see him act like this."

"Umh-"

"Jollveld. She’s MY wife."

"I effing know that, darn idiot. Can’t ya see I’m trying to be welcoming?? Ya will scare tha woman brutish Sortnerer!"

"Why do ya have ta welcome my wife? She’s mine ta take!"

"I don’t want–"

"!?"

"It is enough." — Shaking his hand off after standing just as they had, Ewelina glared at her husband. — "Whatever it is you believe his majesty is trying to do, stop this moment brute man. I am YOUR wife, not a plaything for two cousins to childishly fight over."

"Hmph. See? Ewelina also–"

"His Majesty also. Knowing my husband’s character, your tease has contributed to this attitude."

"... He can’t even take an innocent joke."

"Shut the fuck up, Jollveld." — Growling at the king that sat back on his seat slightly in a pout, Aslak’s eyes flared with rage at the reply he gave his wife. Veering around to look at the displeased Ewelina while maintaining some of his threatening expression... talking softer only to the woman. — "... Fatædi. Don’t be mad ’cause of him."

"... It is not his majesty I am mad with." — Strict, the woman told the archduke, holding his stare that hid well the inward trouble of his soul at the severity his wife was showcasing after acting heavenly ambrosial before his cousin came into the room.

Silence was respected by the King witnessing the spouses’ quiet clash, and carefully, his voice once again interrupted. Solely this time he wished to extend a hand to his close friend and family.

"Well... it is no good if we continue in this ambience from the very beginning. Archduchess, we tend to jest and behave like this. I became excited seeing my cousin after so long and not only that but with a wonderful woman to his difficult side... Aslak is like a brother–"

"You’re not my brother."

"..... Anyway. Let us not duel any further on this unthoughtful bluntness of his. What I wish is to welcome you properly and learn about the woman bonded to my blood."

"... His Majesty’s words honour me... I... I apologise if my attitude has come out as rude... yet at times patience is difficult to preserve." — Conservative, Ewelina expressed herself to Jollveld. Still frustrated by her husband’s inconceivable attitude. — "Nonetheless... I also wish to convey that it pleases me to know Aslak is one his excellence considers family... and is also understanding of this difficult personality he has."

"Oh, that is–"

"I’m not difficult. He’s merely annoying."

The woman stared resigned at the stubborn man to her side that had also fallen back on his seat, ruthless and annoyed.

"....."

The moment of silence caused the meet of the king’s eye, who smiled as if aware of Ewelina’s thoughts. Not going unnoticed by the sharp savage.

"Why are you smiling? You admit it?"

"... Aslak." — Deciding to forget the frustration this attitude of his summoned, the woman called her man... clearly gentle as she sat gracefully, placing her hand over that of his laying over the chair’s arm. — "I am sure your every conversation with his majesty is not this tense... may you forget your reticence... and introduce me to him who thinks of you as a brother?"

"....."

"As your wife... for such I am... I would like for my spouse to introduce myself."

Her nice request was attentively heard, and the fiddle of her fingers that took Aslak’s while expressing it... was enough for him to agree without honestly conveying it.