Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 46: Scene XLVI

It had been a while since no one had helped her dress, and to Ewelina, whose roots in this era had easily gotten used to such a routine was glad to be on her own today.

Loosening the threads on the back of the dress she was to wear, she once again became nude by dismissing the gown.

The tips of her toes entered the garment, feeling immediately the warmth of the thick material that resembled the shade of the gown covering her man once she left their Marital Chambers.

Sliding it so her hips would enter, Ewelina pulled on it happily. Because now her body was not malnourished as it was when leaving the Baron’s Lands, but instead... It was soft... Like her husband had told her. And fleshy... So he could dig his fingers in it as strongly and tastefully as he had done.

Plump and desireful... like the fruits born at spring were. Her youth had bloomed that mature essence of a woman.

The tightening of the leather that would close the opening of her back was left half done. For it was difficult to do on her own.

"Sigh... I shouldn’t lose time with this." — She decided after struggling. Going to the place her round-looking glass was and commencing to arrange the unruly hair that if not by its growth, the swirls would be sharper and more troublesome to tend to as they were back in the Barony.

A delicate pointy hair comb made of iron was used to untangle her bushy crown. Thankfully still wet as Aslak had noticed and silky with the help of the flowery scented oil.

’... Should I leave it loose?’

Once finished the unravelling of her strands she contemplated, thinking of the hairdo she received from the young women at her Wedding Celebrations.

’I did not get to see it... It apparently suited me but...’

— Undo it. —

’He... He likes my hair loose...’

"Mmm... Perhaps... I could use a pin as decoration... If he likes it... Maybe the villagers will also want to see it loose."

Rummaging through the near cabinet, Ewelina mumbled as she searched for a humble decoration to embellish her light brown hair.

Deeply concentrated. Missing the sound of the hunter behind her.

"You’re not ready yet?"

"Gasp!"

Jumping on her seat, Ewelina dropped the one decoration she had found fitting to her outfit in surprise at his sudden appearance. Lifting her hand to cover the ear into which he had spoken, disturbed by fluster.

"W– when did you... I did not hear you coming in..."

"... You’re not done yet."

Ignoring the woman’s bewilderment, Aslak stated displeased for he wanted to finish the Village’s matter.

"I... I am almost ready." — Turning on her seat rushing at his scowl Ewelina elaborated on her delay. — "I wanted to decorate my hair with this..."

"..."

"Umh... Like this. Do you see? I believe it is a humble decoration yet..."

Glancing at him through the looking glass, Ewelina showed him the tiny adornment lifting the hair beside her temple in an interesting twist crowned by a bronze leaf.

"It looks fine." — The man answered almost indifferently, for her back had taken his attention. — "Your rear is loose."

"? Oh...! I–I was having trouble closing the gap... As I cannot see..."

Standing from her spot Ewelina faced the scrutinizing gaze of the man, trying to get hold of the leathery threads that would hold the fabric closed.

"..."

Uncertain glances she gave to the bothered man that looked neat in the common clothes he usually wore. Nonetheless, a furry cape was carried on his hand and the clothed belt around his waist was of a blueish-black hue that made his blouse whiter.

At his prominence in a simple outfit, Ewelina pondered for a moment if the suggestion she conceived would be proper. If it would be taken as seduction by him... And the meaning it could earn if being found as temptation. Risking the impression her spouse had of her person.

However, the thrill of the risk... and the intent eyes of the man glancing where her hand struggled... was enough motive for her to utter the proposal.

"Husband... Could you help me to tie my dress...? It is... Umh... Husband only needs to pull the leather strings..."

To show the mentioned leather, she turned on her feet to showcase the opening that gave a vast glance of her skin, holding in her hand the threads so he would take them in an attempt to grant the requested help.

"......."

His silence made her anxious. Yet the soft sound his cloak made as he threw it on the seat she previously seated, and the light touch of his finger over the material starting her skirt when taking the leather, made the air she held in tense wait be released in relief.

Swiiish... The sound of the threads sliding and closing the gap was smoothly heard in their stillness.

Aslak blankly had accepted to aid the woman with such an odd request. And arranging with his finger the crossing of the threads so one last pull would make her skin untraceable under her dress... He peeked at the nice-looking glass that had granted good sights to him before.

"..."

Soft expression and light flush on her demeanour could be found on the conservative woman that held her hand close to her chest as the other placed her fur away from the gap he needed to close.

Casting his gaze back on the threads he held, malicious intent emerged as his hands wrapped the leather around them... To execute the motion that would probably summon a nice reaction from the Young Ewelina.

Swoosh!

"Gasp!!"

She jerked a strong gasp at the applied force that even made her lose balance and pushed her to give a step back to colide with him.

"It should be tight... Right, Wife?"

"!... Y–You... haa... You did not need to be so violent..."

Blushing at the motion and impact, she lowered her head at the mischievous sneer Aslak gifted when trying to lean and reach her flustered edges.

Feeling the tightness her tum was in at the strength he used, Ewelina blushed at the outcome of her suggestion which had gone different from what she expected.

’I thought... He would act like he did at the stables...’

Nervous at the unforeseen, the woman’s trouble became apparent.

’He did follow the incinuation... But... nnh...’

"... Did that hurt?" — His question then interrupted her thoughts.

One of his brows knitted as his hand held the leather he had pulled, lowering it as he sensed the woman’s trouble. And at the sight of it over her shoulder, Ewelina looked down, immediately lifting her hand to retrieve the cords with delicacy in her touch.

"... It solely surprised me... Thank you, Husband..."