Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 188: Scene CLXXXIII
“This is the dress. It is one I found along the women at the coffers. Is it not marvellous? I believe using Sortnafeigr’s accustomed pieces will let the North learn of its magnificence.”
“...”
Silent, the man stared at the piece loosening the grip of his hand on hers. And as stillness governed their chambers, his hand took the end of it’s sleeve... stroking the fabric with deep ponder.
The woman solely observed. Intrigued as to why such attitude was taken by her straightforward spouse... Nevertheless, the response was to come eventually with the low sound from her spouse’s voice.
“... You say you found this at the coffers?”
“? Yes... It is a delicate piece, truly magnificent...”
“... Ewelina...” — Troubled by her thoughts on the dress before them, his wishes felt heavy to tell... and yet, his head turned to look at the wife. Ready to tell his request. — “Don’t wear this.”
“Huh?? W-why? Does Husband dislike it?”
“... This used to have its owner’s blood on it... I can even smell it... I don’t want you to wear it.” — The hand of the man went to touch the cleavage of the dark piece. With displeasure in his demeanour for the sight of the blood flooding down the woman’s throat was somehow also burned on his memories.
“Blood...? W-was it someone husband was close to?”
“... No. But I saw her sometimes... Do you still want to wear it?”
“... No... Even though it is pretty, if the piece has such a story, it is better for I to not wear it.” — Saddened, Ewelina told the man. Although depressed not of losing the oportunity to wear it but by the end the woman who owned it must have met instead.
However, the man did not know these thoughts of the wife and his hand took better hold of Ewelina’s kissing it, apologetic, for he had seen the anticipation in her brilliant brown hues as she took him to it.
“I’m sorry, Fatædi...”
“!... No... please, do not be... It is better like this.”
Comprehensive, Ewelina did not prod any further. Looking at the dress ashamed of its destiny, she also was relieved of having told the spouse of its purpose, for even if marvellous the woman was respectful of the history owned by any being or craft standing on the earth she always came back to.
Nevertheless, the man...
‘... maybe she wanted to wear it...’ — Still troubled even as she had conceded his request, Aslak pondered. Not letting his thoughts to settle as mere contemplations and instinctively asking the woman in apparent concern. — “Was it the only dress you brought?... Did you... Truly want to wear it?”
“Haha... I am to be honest and say I did keep deep wishes to wear it on this feast... However, it is not a problem for I have other dresses as beautiful and as magnificent as this one that I found at our residence coffers.”
“... You’re not mad, Fatædi?”
“?? Oh, goodness... Of course, I am not... this wife even appreciates I have shown it to you beforehand; for even if pretty, one ought to respect its history... Do not feel troubled my gentle barbarian...”
The hand of the woman came to caress his cheek as his expression appeared downward. Receiving it with stillness and unable to find comfort, aware of his wife’s kindness, that to everyone could be demonstrated. However, more unsettled by the things she had told and he did not like.
“... Ewelina. The dresses you wear are they all from the coffers?” — This time his sorry expression became more of displeasure, taking the hand of the woman to demand an answer. — “Has none been made only for you?”
“Umh... I... I have not requested it... Besides it is unnecessary...”
“Why. You should own new dresses. You’re my wife.”
“... I am aware, nonetheless there are already dresses I can use... there is no need for more. Also, I am still far from knowledgable on how Sortnafeigr’s Archduchesses dresses are to be...”
“The women can aid you with that.”
“... Is it bad I have not asked for new dresses?” — At his persistence, Ewelina ultimately inquired. — “Does it upset you...?”
“It does.”
“...”
“I don’t want you to use old and some dead woman’s stuff. This one much less since I saw her die in it... but woman should own her own dresses.”
“... Nonetheless... I do have my own pants.” — Aware that the man’s intentions were not in the slightest unfounded, Ewelina appealed for his frown to soften at an innocent and playful reminder. Coming a step closer, fiddling with his coat even seductive. — "Does that not count?"
“...”
“As far as I know, there was no pants for women in the coffers. Does it not mean I am the very first Myrkzver Archduchess to own Kleifar’s women’s pants?”
Slowly, her hand then went around his waist, aiming to hug him lovingly as she placed the hand of the man she held onto to also wrap around her figure.
“... Right... You are...” — Trying to not lose focus on his dislike, Aslak’s brow twitched, attempting to hide the pride. Being immediately noticed by the eye of an inquisitive wife’s eye that looked up at the wide and tall spouse, who even if proud, took caressing hold of the woman, gaining touch of her back’s length as he remained strict. — “Yet like this one... it’s still not a dress, woman.”
“... I am the first one to own it. Therefore, such shall be my pride as your wife and Archduchess.”
“... it’s... yeah... it’s something to be proud of.” — Ultimately he admitted with unrestrained smirk. — "I’m even giving you my leg’s axe... I bet no other has received their husband’s spare axe."
"?? You are giving me that axe?"
"We agreed on training you."
"... Indeed we did... I am to receive it with the greatest of honours. Blessed thee earth, my spouse." — Now simply holding onto him in a leisurely embrace Ewelina tightly hugged him, feeling moved by his second gift which she knew was significant for a barbarian.
"... You’ll use it well. I’m sure of that."
Returning the warmth of her bashful appreciation, Aslak’s chin leaned on her crown, letting the silence settle nicely to then resume their conversation.
