Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 166: Scene CLXVI

"... Jollveld. You invited us to meet my woman."

"... I did."

"You arranged a feast too. Tomorrow’s."

"... Yes."

"..... This is my woman. My fated lung... your invitation and that feast... although it’s unnecessary..." — Peeking at his wife’s pure and expectant brown eyes, Aslak decided to finish conveying appreciation. Frowning and mumbling it displeased as it was to be told to the king... yet hoping to get his wife what she had been telling was desired. — "I reckon the effort. My wife deserves it."

"... Ah... We don’t have an archduke’s marry too often. It’s the least I could do."

’haha... I also reckon your efforts, my love.’ — Ewelina thought to the reluctant words of the man and the stunned reply of the king. Smiling to it, continuing what her spouse did not want to say. — "It honours us, your majesty. Yet it is by far the greatest honour to myself... for I have recently married his Illustrious Grace... and I did not expect this kind of warm welcome from no less the kingdom’s ruler."

"Honour... No expectations... Many unexpected things happened if I am to be honest, Archduchess... the mere sight I have before me right now is something I could have never imagined before."

"..."

"It is good... truly... truly good, Aslak and Ewelina." — This time, even if annoyed the archduke allowed the king to speak. Content as the hand of his wife sweetly held onto his Warmly, seating glad of his effort to please her... while the king Jollveld served wine not solely in his own grail but in those of his guests. — "Cheers on your marriage, cousin. The woman to your side oddly suits you."

"... Do we look odd?" — Observing said woman to his side, Aslak then asked. Serious as he had not thought of other eyes looking at them. — "Even though we’re fated lungs?"

"Well... you’re almost double her size, Aslak. Fated lungs are bonded by the soul, not the physic."

"I know that."

"Haha... I also believe we are very different, husband." — Joining a calmer conversation Ewelina chuckled at the innocent exchange of the two men who drank from their cups quick in hunger. — "Yet it pleases myself that... even if oddly, I am suitable to be by your side."

"..."

"Sigh... damn it. Peonia wasn’t as sweet as your wife... You’re fortunate, Aslak."

"... Peonia..."

"His dead woman."

"!? Husband!"

"Ah, it’s alright. She did die... My queen... Our last son took her away. Such a stern woman she was yet she couldn’t handle her last labour."

"... The Queen’s death was an unfortunate event..." — The polite Ewelina said, showing respect with conservative gestures.

The woman was aware of a dead queen whose name had travelled the kingdom after an unpropitious demise that brought life along the sadness.

The trouble at her husband’s lack of sensitivity quickly subsided by the indifference of the king as he talked about it. Therefore, the subject quickly changed, sparing the woman from becoming worried about meeting a similar destiny. For the king had other more entertaining matters to talk about with the recently married couple before him.

"Nevertheless, Archduchess, help yourself to some of this fresh food. Eat while it’s hot... So. Has your chambers welcomed your rest properly?"

"Ah... it is a wide and comfortable chamber you have given us, Your Majesty. Rest was allowed within me the moment I stepped inside."

"... Truly, Fatædi?" — After taking a moment to think about her words, Aslak asked, raising his brow doubtful. — "Weren’t you mad?"

"!? What are you saying??"

"Hm? You were mad. ’Cause I didn’t introduce you well to Jollveld."

"Haha! Was she?"

"Ou. She tried to escape me."

"Ouf! Husband!" — Ashamed of his unrestrained honesty, Ewelina’s head started to ache. Conflicted by how was she to teach her spouse to keep some truths to himself.

"It’s true. You got mad and told me off."

"Oh~? She told of you off of all people? Your wife is brave. You almost kill me when I do it."

"Fatædi is worried about that manners’ stuff too. She dislikes it when I do whatever I want and fights me because of it."

"... Milady Ewelina fights you?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"! I- I do not–"

"She does." — Interrupting the soft and embarrassed mumble of the woman, Aslak continued, showing in his tone the usual bluntness... however... — "Fatædi fights me and glares at me, Jollveld. She even bit me once."

"?! Aslak what are you saying!?"

"She bit you??"

"Ou. She doesn’t step back even when I growl at her. She’s quick on her feet. While at Hœttr Hills she followed my lead fast."

"..."

"At Kleifar, she earned the savages’ respect the first time we fell."

"..."

"We even had a feast there and returned blood to the earth and her hand was soaked in it."

"... You don’t say..."

"It’s true. Right, Fatædi?"

The hand she had turned to watch as her spouse talked was tightly held.

In her ears... she could differ the voice of the man turn excited the more he told the king about their days together, diminishing the disapproval into tender shyness.

His request for confirmation came along with his clear amber hues, meeting her stunned brown eyes summoning the wavering joy she had started to feel the more he talked. Spreading wonderfully warm through her chest... pleased to see her husband smile... as he told his cousin about the little things Ewelina had thought Aslak did not pay much attention to.

"..."

A quiet and pure smile appeared in her, holding dearly his hand as she shyly was to answer. Feeling much comfortable just as how her husband appeared to feel in the presence of the King.

"It is true... although His Majesty might misunderstand myself as a violent woman..."

"Well, if it is against Aslak... I think becoming violent is a must, haha!"

"Ewelina isn’t violent. Her fist feels like a breeze."

"!? Do not exaggerate. I cannot be as weak."

"Jollveld. She fights me like this. Opposing what I say."

Entertained, both men and the woman commenced to converse with such weightless matters. Aslak appearing much energetic, much more than the night of their wedding feast as he conversed with other savages. Eating and laughing, being ruthless at times with the also blunt King who would tease the Archduke with the woman to his side solely to see reactions he had never witnessed.

It was a pleasant time... where the husband was enjoying of his cousin’s presence... while talking about the days he had lived with the wife said cousin had helped him earn.