Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 48: Scene XLVIII — Visit to the Primitive Ones.

The eyes of the woman flickered, looking around her... Finding no Lane from which they could make their path down.

"...H–how are we to...?"

Frozen in place, she asked. Conscious of the height in which they were standing as from the edge of her eye the far ground could barely be seen.

"Humh... Huahua!" — Drig laughed entertained on his own, watching the silent roll of his Lord’s eyes thinking on how to say it shortly.

"... We jump. And get to Kleifar."

"..j–..."

The woman’s demeanour immediately lost all blood in pale fright to repeat the Husband’s words.

’Jump?! We– We cannot jump this height!!’

Stepping back to grab the frame of the entrance with one hand, Ewelina’s thoughts expressed her dismay at the circumstances.

Nevertheless, her Husband had gone around, arriving at one pillar to kneel at its base and get a part of said lane she had not seen because of it was hidden behind the pillar that held it near to the platform when it was to be needed.

"! Husband!" — Petrified she called for Aslak in despair at his leaning over the edge of their ground. Blue by the danger he could be in.

"It’s finee Madamee. Huhuahua!" — Crossed-armed Drig laughed wanting to witness his Masters’ unique exchange.

"Here. With this. We go down, Wife."

Standing from his spot, Aslak showed Ewelina one thick rope like the one Drig was crafting. Completely indifferent to the fidgety woman about to faint.

"..."

"You use this one. I will get mine so we get moving–"

"N..o."

Her trembling voice interrupted the man, biting her lip in the tearful fright she wanted to contain.

"... Why? You don’t like the view?"

The man that could not think of any other reason for her to refuse, asked with sneering expression.

"Husband... It is... It is too high... I– I cannot..." — Her tremor had also troubled her body, commencing to make her legs weak at the idea.

"......"

"Humumh."

Giving a glance to Drig, that stayed silent respecting the Lady, the guard shrugged to his Lord denying to offer the obvious advice when the Spouse was in charge.

"..... The Rope. She’s not heavy at all. If I go down with her it should be fine, right?"

"That’s right."

Malhumored by the ways of Drig to make him say it, Aslak growled with a gesture at the man whose lips protruded to nod satisfied.

"Alright, hold it." — Handing the rope to the ally, Aslak began his stomps towards the woman whose eyes had closed to inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm her dismay.

Unable to pay attention to the men’s conversation, Ewelina’s chest puffed up and down trying to maintain the bare composure in front of them. Telling herself in the deepest of her mind to remain standing keep as her legs continued to weaken.

"Woman."

"!" — She flinched at the close voice of her Husband that was now blocking the windy current from crushing her further into the wall she was holding onto.

"... Both of us will use one rope."

Unfolding his limb so she would find support in it even when his expression seemed reluctant Aslak informed her.

"..."

Her scared hand... after glancing at what was over the edge behind him, his arm and countenance; crawled in tremors to lay on him. Grasping his width with her desperate fingertips that dug slightly her nails into him.

"..h–...husband... We... both of us..?"

"... Yes."

"..... Y–you will... H-hold me, right? Husband... husband w-wouldn’t drop me, right?"

The fright in the nervous lift of her brows, causing her frown to deepen in concern, but hopeful to depend on her Spouse made the man clench his jaw. More so after hearing the inquiry conveying doubt about her safety when with him.

"I wouldn’t do that." — The Archduke growled displeased. Taking her roughly by the nape, pressing her visage on his chest, to make her stop glancing being him.

"Stop trembling. We are losing time."

She felt how he gestured with his head to the guard behind her. Giving him the signal to bring the rope near so they could prepare.

Thick gloves with grippers were handed to the Archduke, along with the rope they would use; tangling it around his leg so it wouldn’t slide down the platform as he prepared.

Wanting to give him space she stammered trying to give a step away, nevertheless, he caught her.

"Stay put. Don’t look around..." — Aslak ordered.

Proceeding to take off the cloak he brought with him, Aslak then took hers off, handing them to Drig.

"You drop them later, we’ll need them"

"Aiee." — Drig answered turning away.

Going back to face his wife, Aslak then continued to instruct after giving a glance at the woman’s appearance.

"... Stand like this. Open your legs."

Following his order, Ewelina bewilderedly moved fearful and shy.

"Tsk. Bloody dress." — Kneeling to take the fabric, the spouse grumbled. Proceeding to rip a considerable tad of her skirt open.

"!!! Husband?!"

"It’s this or you fall. Choose."

"..... You already ripped it..." — She pouted, submissive as no other option was truly given.

"Heh." — Passing to take the woman’s hand he then ordered. — "Close your eyes and follow me."

Aware of the direction he would take her. To the place where their ground ended, she obliged to his words. Often halting to his guidance as he took her along a path she was unsure of.

Seating on the edge, Aslak then received the last object he would need to make their way down the enormous height from the top to the village.

Three thick leathery belts hanging from two iron rings linked with each other, wrapped in the same rope they would use of rustic yet strong material.

Sliding his legs into a pair of the three belts he secured the locks on them. Then, in the one ring that had no belts attached, Aslak opened the gap available and got the rope he had taken from the pillar inside, closing it nicely so no accident could occur.

His hands, and his torso then extended to reach the woman. Mischievously sliding through the gap he had ripped in her skirt to tell her the next order.

"!"

"Come. Kneel slowly."

Receiving her searching hands as he watched the fright inhabit her expression while she continued to obey with tightly closed eyes, the man sneered at her cowardice.

Turning to lean on the pillar so she could face him, Aslak then continued.

"Open Your eyes. "

"hnng... No..."

"It’s fine. Just open them. Look." — Moving her hand to see with the touch that he was what she would find once her eyes opened, Aslak reassured the woman.

"...... Hn... Husband...!" — Slowly, and doubtful again, she opened her eyes to find him. Teary-eyed for her fright in the suspense had her nerves on edge. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"... Don’t uh... Don’t cry..."

Awkward by the menacing tears on her lids he slightly recoiled bothered by the sight he did not know how to manage.

"I’m... I am not... nngh... I am not..." — Going to hold his shoulders she repeated, fighting herself to not break into tears.

"..... Woman."

"I am not..."

"....."

Hearing once again her repetition, he scowled. Having a quick second thought on continuing to force his Wife down the cliff.

"I am not crying, husband..."

However, seeing the ferocity he admired in the frail female, amidst the teary brown eyes she possessed, the man forgot any doubt. Scheming for more things and methods to explore later... so she would make such an expression again.