Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 277: Scene CCLXXVII

Her delight was needy of the affection solely the spouse could satisfy... and selfish unlike she usually was when duties were involved, Aslak’s company was demanded.

The kisses she took from the ready spouse were returned with as ensimismated flutter and she smiled to the certain touch that caressed her everything...

“Aslak... my love... was this the feeling you experienced whenever not wanting to let go...?”

“? Khkh, you don’t want to let go, Fatædi? Even though you don’t have to?”

“It is troubling... even as my hands have a grasp of you, it is as if not enough... as if this bliss will disappear if my touch ceases to reach you...”

“... Ah... it’s grieving isn’t it?”

“It is...”

“But don’t worry, my Fatædi... we’ll be alright. Many years of this will come.” — Feeling each other’s existence while aware an offspring of their own grew within the woman was all they enjoyed that afternoon... and within the simplicity of their company months transcurred... until the small one’s cries came to inundate their house.

“Milord, it takes time to give birth! Do remain calm, it should-”

“Tha kid’s been making its mother scream all day! It’s hurting her!! If it doesn’t come out soon I’ll fucking punish tha kid!!”

*Creak...*

“?!... Vinka! How’s-”

“Say that again before Ewelina and I’ll help her hand cut yer throat, Myrkzver.” — The wild woman that aided the birth threatened in sweaty demeanour for the journey had been lengthy and moving aside to allow the man’s entrance, the cries of a just born and the sight of a weary wife was met by the Archduke’s amber.

“!? Fatædi!” — He called as he rushed to her side, climbing the mattress to look at the wife. — “Fatædi... what’s this... how can it make you suffer like this...”

“fh... haha... Do not say... that...” — Soaked by the hazard, Ewelina smiled as her forehead was lovingly kissed by the worried spouse. Puffing out while enjoying his concerned groom. — “Natural it is... giving birth...”

“...”

“Your Illustrious Grace.”

“... ah... Aslak... help myself...” — Requesting to settle better in the mattress, the exhausted wife was aided by the dubious spouse while her trembling hand unfolded towards the midwife that approached their side... to finally receive in her arms the small child... — “... sniff... hic... our child..... oh... sniff... how lovely you are...”

“...”

“Aslak...” — The happiness in the wife was watched with reticence as she cried while cuddling the born one whose cries were calmed by her embrace, and she smiled at the spouse’s frown, slowly coming to lean on him, to show their offspring. — “Look, my love... a male it is... like you wished...”

“...”

“... Take him... in your arms...”

“No.”

“...”

“It’s small. It’s weaker than you Fatædi... I can’t take it.”

“Haha... then...give your finger... to him first.... Like this...”

A glance was given to the wife whose lids fought the exhaustion as she showed the man, and he followed solely for her tranquillity to remain although dislike had settled towards the child that in his eyes had harmed the wife.

Nonetheless, his finger, thicker than the woman’s went to touch the clenched hand of a fidgety child... and to his slight graze...

“?... Heh...” — To its small hand’s opening, widening the small fingers, the man chuckled, amused at the grasp a small one had of his big finger. — “Has good hold... he won’t lose his axe at least.”

“~ Do you think so...?”

“Aie... Give him to me.” — Changing his mind, Aslak now wanted to hold the son. Taking it nicely from a moved Ewelina who watched him while staying close as her head’s support. And the man held the boy... feeling tickling nervousness at the size and little weight of the child that became smaller in his hands. — “... He’s not afraid, huh... khkh, I like him.”

“phew... a relief that is... haha~”

“He seems to have your curls and my dark fur. The eyes..... are they like yours?”

“... it is too early to know.....”

“Oi. Open the eyes, kid. Let me see if yer brown like yer mother.”

“Hahaha~”

“Myrkzver, tha child’s just born, don’t be brusque. Yer attitude’s tiring Ewelina further.” — Then the wild woman told the curious Father who watched closely at the boy. Turning to see the tired smile of his wife bringing concern back to his expression.

“... I am indeed tired, my love... nonetheless... this sight I wish to witness...”

“... We will leave ya since tha task’s done. The child is healthy. With its parents it is to be now.” — The midwife said as no more was to be done, bowing respectfully to the Archdukes and leaders of their territory. — “Should the mother rest, no problem will her health encounter.”

“... Blessed thee earth...” — Ewelina told within her exhaustion and a smirk from the old woman was granted.

“Blessed is the earth for a new seed has been rooted to its ground... Big and strong may it grow under your care good woman.”

The solitude was allowed for the now parents, only being interrupted by a beast’s intrusion while the women vacated the chamber and both cuddled to each other with a composed Alsvartr to their feet that watched how the son was held by the father... whose nose had been grooming the wife... tender and conflicted by her gasping breathing that had trouble going back to good pace.

“... Big and Strong... like his father I hope...” — Eventually she sighed. Peeking at the man while requesting his kiss with ready visage... opening to the graze he softly gave with lit umber.

“We’ll see... khkh, since that’s not easy to do, Fatædi. Alsvartr can confirm it.”

*Purr...~

“Mmn... proud man...”

“... Fatædi.”

“Hm?”

“... Have you decided?” — Becoming serious, Aslak inquired, making the smile of the wife to weaken as she knew what his question was about. And she sighed... troubled yet understanding she needed to give an answer.

“... I am aware... a name we should give... yet... my love... sniff...” — The woman closed her eyes to the emotion clouding her sight, holding back the sobs as a knot hurt her throat to the thought. — “The name you said was the one... hic... scares myself... because it was an impulsive suggestion I gave..... one recalling the past... sniff...”

“... Is Rie not fine? The past’s behind... and it suits the kid now that I see him.”

“Sniff... yet love...”

“His name’s Rie.” — Although apparently harsh to the woman’s tears, Aslak decided in her stead. Lifting slightly the head of the child to show the wife. — “Look. When I say Rie... heh... see? He perks up. Odd kid.”

“... sniff..... l-let myself see that... hic! sniff...” — Bringing the wife’s attention, she leaned to watch again, opening her swollen lids to call her child’s name. — “... R-Rie...”

“N~...ea...”

“Khkh~ Tha kid likes it ya see? We chose correctly.”

“... Rie Myrkzver...” — Trying once more, Ewelina smiled wider at the sound of the baby... Being her first life’s brother... the source of her first child’s name.

And like Rie... five more were to be born from the once young Ewelina...

“Rie, your Father should return shortly, do be sure to welcome him along the Jazhara’s Tail Guard... He will want to know if everything has been well.”

“No need to tell~ I’ve prepared everything with Sire Kir. He can’t fight me this time, khkh~ I’m going, mother.” — Receiving the quick and affectionate graze of the grown boy’s nose as he joyfully finished his horse’s preparation, Ewelina sighed at how carefree a man he became.

“Careful not to fight him~! Recall your wounds from last time!”

“Aie~! Sanity I have not lost yet~!”

“Sigh, goodness... Lea, darling... oh, and Elijah, my love, do aid your mother and go get Izbel... she is with Thaor and Suna. If she plays for too long with the twins no energy she will have to greet her Father properly.”

“Hrm~ difficult it’ll be... can we tell Uth to aid us, Mother? Izbel will not listen unlike the twins.” — An awake Lea said while holding her mother’s hand, glancing at Elijah, one as quiet yet as innocent as his father. — “If we take Uth with us, she will listen. Right, Elijah?”

“... Maybe. Scared she’ll be. Surely.”

“Mm... as there is not much time, do tell Uth to aid you. Yet do not take much of his time, Uth is the warden who will not forgive if he cannot fulfil his duties.”

“!!? We’ll try on our own~!”

“... haha...”

Watching their run of short legs, fondness would fill her heart every time. And once the gate would open to welcome an Archduke who paced along a happy eldest son and a fiery black Jazhara, the wife along with his offspring would widen his smile. Jumping down the mount while gesturing his eldest to follow. Pacing few steps forward with the scary smirk any other would fear... yet the children would grin at as he opened his arms to receive them.

“... Come at me, kids. Let’s see if you’ve grown enough ta push me down.”

“Grwaaah!” — The younger children would yell entertained while running to the big barbarian that was their father. Solely the five youngest were the ones that rushed while the eldest paced frustrated to his mother’s side to sigh.

“? What is it my Rie? Will you not aid your siblings?” — Ewelina asked while welcoming the beast that came to her side for affection of her hand.

“... mother...” 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“Oh... So you disobeyed your mother.”

“Father’s stronger the older he gets. Annoying it is... surviving the Framikanna means nothing against him, cursed earth...”

Laughter was provided by the son’s whine. And yet her gaze drifted to look at her other children. Meeting the malicious gaze of a spouse that held Izbel’s head while keeping her away as the other children desisted further attempts.

“Uff! Father! Once taller, Izbel will win!”

“We’ll see. Ya look like yer mother tha most so you might remain small.”

“Ahem... husband...?”

“!~ bleh~! Mother will not allow Father to say that~ teehe~”

“Tsk, effing girl.”

“AHEM!” — This time although the man took the young Izbel playfully in his arms, Ewelina’s eyes widened at his words... and soon after, the couple reunited receiving a kiss on her cheek from the spouse that returned from a brief travel.

“... Fatædi, I’m back.”

“I was wondering if a greeting I would have...” — Playful her eyelashes fluttered to the man’s trouble. And before leaving behind the children, his eyes fell on the grown Brakian Mainglousse whose lips were noticeably tightly closed unlike her usually chaotic self.

“Kid.”

“...”

“You’ve lost tha sound or what.”

“...”

“Hmph... These are quite good news-“

“Ngh~~ Master~~!! Nu is trying to become proper like Master’s wife! Master’s persistence conflicts Nu!”

“Darn it. Stay shut if you like.”

“Gasp! Rie~! Master’s a meanie!”

“Ugh... You could kill Father if you want to yet you cry over this...”

“Master’s Wife~!! Rie wants Nu to kill Master~~!!”

“Oi! That’s not true!! What yer saying, Nu!!”

“Aunt Nu! Nu is Rie’s aunt!”

Entertained at the scene of those young of their house and the disgruntled spouse, Ewelina’s hand intertwined with his as they paced into their Home.

Affection would not lack in the couple’s free time and at night, Aslak’s vitality would not hesitate in caressing the woman for the love never faded and solely amassed stronger...

“... do ya think we can?” — He would ask, aware that his children could join them at night for being attached to the difficult father and tender Mother they were.

“Hmm... I believe we do... if we tell the gems like last time... they will not be allowed to enter...” — Ewelina reminded the spouse, for while living in the Spiked Eye Barbican, little secrets were learned. Such as how the gems were linked to the soul of the spouses owning the residence, following their core’s desires, and showcasing even what the man and woman at a time ignored.

“Khkh~ right... should we have another child, hm?”

“! Oh goodness... I would love to, my Fatæ~”

Years and years... where new hazards and new meetings did not fail to visit their lives... Even a visit to a wife’s parents was also done with grown children... letting the spouse bow as if a stoned wedding was held, promising the statues to continue loving the daughter...

Their bodies grew older... compliant to the time that never halted... until the children had grown healthy and departed home naturally... ultimately leaving a woman on the deathbed of this one life shared with a barbaric lover...

“... My Fatæ...”

Being held in the arms of the spouse as her force diminished, an old Ewelina smiled... letting her sole dimple appear in now wrinkled skin.

“Never did I know... happiness better than with you..... Our children... our grandchildren... everything I came to love... was solely because I met my lung...”

“... Ou... life started when having you, Fatædi...”

“aie... my sole regret... is... not having the eternity... to love you..... Aslak... my...”

“...yes...”

“..... love ...”

“Aie...” — Tranquil to the wife’s close of her lids, his arm embracing her while a hand grasped her own squeezed a body whose warmth would slowly vanish, kissing the forehead while his own lids closed leaning on the fur he also loved... satisfied ... for an agreement he had met after his return from the journey to a core had been kept...

— She will come back to life again? —

— The earth’s child she is... every time she will rise to survive the hands inhabiting its ground... at times thinking no return will be granted such as she did this once..... Yet as the day lures the night... night lures the day... the child will come again... for the nature’s of an earth’s child is such... —

— If so... grant me another pact... the sight of my right eye and the tact of my body’s right side, and if not enough... Choose yourself what it is that I have to offer your core... for I will certainly care for these corners until my death... therefore, let myself also come back.... so I will search my lung to protect the happiness my soul needs to give hers. —

—... If so... If your soul truly wished for this pact, instead, die beside her in every life... in this one, she cannot learn of this pact... and if honoured... this wish you have, Aslak Myrkzver... will also be granted... —

— Alright. —

— ... certain you are?... —

— Aie... I shall search for her... and aid our souls descry our every past and deep love every time... my Fatædi... I will find her even inside abysmal dark for our soul’s bond... will surely lure us to breath each other again... —