Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 247: Scene CCXLVII

Although he had heard some of Vinka’s grumble as he stepped inside, Aslak had no intention to contradict the difficult villager, for never was she able to keep her thoughts to herself and had spit at the barbarian’s doings, empathic with a fellow woman that was also seen as weaker than those of their roots.

The Archduke, hence, solely climbed the stairs to the room above... aware that it was at that place that he had rested alongside his wife, who cared for his wounds at the time and had been held impetuously as he never was able to endure her sweetness with calm grooming.

Solely one night had were them to spend at the tower. For hast was the time for his duty to be fulfilled... and as he entered the room... his steps halted. Aware that they had not been the last ones to use it, yet felt yearning for that night they had spent together.

The places were traced by his amber, unusually clear about the little details he had not thought he had paid attention to... Pacing inside as if the tanglings echoed in his head, nostalgic for the love they shared.

‘... There’s nothing of her... yet I still feel my breathing healing...’ — With yearning he thought, sitting on the messy mattress he was to rest on although no sleep would come. For finally, completely alone and where they had shared privacy... he could openly think about her. This time about the things he loved and missed the most... such as her alluring sound and touch...

— Sit there... —

‘... My Fatædi... have I known we would end like this...’ — Although it was sad yearn for the woman’s company as her lure was recalled too sweet for his heart, the man smirked. — “I should have touched you more... I shouldn’t have cared for your walk.”

The touches he had given to a tired Ewelina after craving each other’s caresses were recalled while his lids closed for fake rest. Smiling to the joy of the remembrance of her sound and heat.

— I want more of your touch, Aslak... —

“Haa... damn woman... You were too dominant even before me... I should have licked you to the lack of hands.” — Mesmerized to how she had fiercely loved him at the time, the kisses she had placed on his neck felt as if fresh, recalling how her moans called him excited and weak... although she would not stop moving. Hearing the echos of her gone sound while pleasure made her call for her lung as a climax was reached. — “I should have told you I love you while holding you... While ramming myself inside you so nothing could make you doubt it...”

His eyes opened to the daydream this sudden wish became, smiling conflicted for there was no way he could do so now.

“We were desperate for each other... but now... I die without you.....hff... Ewelina... how I miss your everything...”

Aslak spent the night recalling the good days he lived along the wife’s pure essence. The small fights, the ways they had found to sneak far so they could fuse together as one lung after surviving torturous days of travels... her laughter and lovely scent... the hair he most felt entranced for as the woman’s beauty only strengthened with the unique fur...

‘I hope you did read my message... We will meet again no matter the earth’s will... I will go back to you and return to you what I stole...’

At the conviction, he recalled that announcing their arrival to those at the Barbican should be done. The men were still enjoying the meat while others tangled as he wished with a wife... and yet, hoping to remain where at least memories of her could be summoned, from the very door, Aslak ordered for the bird to be brought. The other one he did own, Sibbi.

Quick, the feathers were brought to his presence, dismissing the guard immediately so he could continue eating a deserved meal. Writing easily the short message to be delivered to the one at his Residence, Uth, who had initially sent the word that brought him to these plains.

Sibbi was told to fly right away... yet as if his experience at a campsite was repeating, another piece of parchment was stared at... contemplating in the thought of writing something for the woman, although it was not possible for him to send it anymore.

“... She wouldn’t even receive it...” — Pained, he frowned although nothing had been written. And yet... He took again the quill... hesitating... yet writing her name, solely her name with the surname their marriage had granted.

[ Ewelina Myrkzver ]

‘... The name of my lung... even to it I feel my chest throb...’

[ My Archduchess and lung, my sole Fatædi. ]

“... I love you.” — After writing the last bit and admiring it fondly, Aslak let out without a thought behind it. Provoking unbeknownst himself his chin to tremble... for again he ached from longing and the hurt he had caused. — “... Darn woman... I love you... I told you I love you yet not a word you said...”

— Despicable animal —

“... I am... It’s true... but even so.....!?” — As he tortured himself by how she had addressed him whilst in sorrow, a strong earthquake shook his seat, strongly yet briefly. Snapping him out of the intense feelings and standing as it diminished its strength into peaceful stillness.

“..... Cursed earth... I’ll get to your core so our lungs can breathe again.”

Placing his frustration this time on the one culprit of his presence in Sortnafeigr, Aslak sat back again. Taking the parchment to look at it one last time to growl at it.

“Whatever happens... I’ll make sure to come back to you. I’ll say it again then... until one day you call me your Fatæ... I won’t let you be pulled from my lung, Fatædi.” — Restraining his hand from clenching on the parchment, his hand was placed over it as if making his own pledge to the woman and their bond. Exhaling with a sense of relief... that at the very least his whereabouts were ones close to his destination. — “Laughter... to your being I’ll get it back for you, no matter how...”