Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 58: Scene LVIII

There was not a speck of derision.

He was making a pact at that moment.

Aslak was the owner of those corners. Corners that ought to be feared and respected even when possessing them.

The earth was allowing him to Rule over such territory as a son of its nature. Nonetheless, a wish like Ewelina’s could not be overlooked with mockery. Much less when the glint of ferocity lays within her, even when vagueness was mixed inside as the character of the current woman had yet to absorb completely the self she truly was along her history.

He, as the Ruler of Sortnafeigr, was allowing her wish to be heard by the earth beneath their feet.

Making the compromise Ewelina also recognized as such, to be delayed to the powerful being moving and raising the nature surrounding them. Making it official. So the woman could leave behind any waver from the past she learned, to step forward in the unruly track of the savage South East without deviating from its ruddy and treacherous footings.

’... To be their equal...’

Ewelina felt his words as an unexpected strike. The breeze freezing her legs was not the sole culprit for her dim shivers. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

In the present she was living... She could not help but continue to compare with the past and end with awe for she could find great differences.

’This life surprises me... In pleasant manners.’

Always living submissively, it was the man who was to control everything. No opportunities could exist for her to retort any men or older women. Nonetheless, with Aslak...

’Every time I do a retort I am surprised that my words naturally come out. And more... Since this man listens... And asks... Without me being punished.’

The overwhelmed woman stayed quiet to observe her hands letting the silence settle as her Husband also took his gaze away for her to ponder as he also did while taking in the sights of the stream, the townlet and the rockery boulder that raised to the sky with only his Castle Stabbing it with its peak.

"If you are not sure, don’t compromise, woman. By the Law and Traditions, you are my Wife already."

After she listened, her head raised to see a man who was not watching her.

"The acknowledgement of some dirt... You could do without."

A complicated shade in his eyes was summoned once he said these last words.

Hints of longing also held gloom and regret. Ewelina could see it in the fierce gaze that scowled at what they continued to sense.

"... It would be difficult... To become Husband’s equal."

Saying the sincere first thought that came to her mind as a response, the young Ewelina peeked at the Spouse that came to glance at her and turn to solely watch her now.

Her shyness was to lower her lids and to that, the man smiled, understanding her intent releasing their poises from the stiffness the issue had summoned.

"Impossible, I believe." — Aslak commenced at the hint she gave with her inviting demeanour. — "Wife is small and weak. Opposite to I. Your Mate."

"..."

"Yet you know that’s not the equality the earth deemed for us."

"... Yes."

Her gaze was kept on him with softness as she listened and answered. Invoking the wish upon his hand to twirl one of her unique strands... Which was only to be swallowed by a quick yet strong clench of his fist, as the restraining reason was told within him.

’In privacy... So she regrets conditioning me.’

The frustrated roll of his eyes was accompanied by the heated breath that left him, wishing for his pipe to be at hand to fight the urge to wreck the woman under him.

Yet his irritation for the unnecessary property when in wild freedom was soon to be interrupted, to simply return to the temporal tranquillity of a dormant beast.

"To what Husband mentioned. I am certain that doing a compromise with the earth would not be futile... Therefore, I wish for Husband’s amber eyes to also reside in me... I am to conquer them so we share the parity the earth mandates to us."

"... Alright."

Accepting with serenity, Myrkzver bowed lightly to give an end to the matter as she had decided.

Slightly bothered by the satisfaction her preference thrived in his inner guts, Aslak was to turn now and continue that stroll the woman had requested. And that had brought them to this other side of the stream where the sun seemed to warm them harder, as the stone making his fief did not impede the rays from falling graciously on the townlet.

"Let’s go. Although there isn’t much to see."

Walking slowly to permit the woman leisure in her difficult pace, Aslak kept glancing to his side where the woman followed as her skirt moved heavily along her limbs. As well as the cloak that now made the ripped opening he had made as a commodity for the fall down to Kleifar, an insensitive peek of her toned limb of healthy shade.

"Wait." — Unable to shake the conflict the sight caused in him, Aslak gestured to the graceful woman, who did not mind the stiffness of the wet garments as long most was covered.

Moving to the nearest tent, Aslak spoke to the villager.

Telling the woman caring for her roof’s furs, Myrkzver pointed at his Wife and asked for the pants he had mentioned to Ewelina she should wear before opening her dress by force.

The woman watched her Spouse converse with the villager with curiosity, and observed with intrigue before making her way to where her Husband stood as the primitive woman entered her humble residence and as his head gestured for her to come to him while his hand held the rustic curtain of an entrance for them to enter.

"You have to change." — He told her as soon as she got near.

"Myrkzver, here are the pants!" — The voice of the female villager was heard before Ewelina could ask her husband his intentions.

"Get in."

"..... but..." — Ewelina softly mumbled, uncomfortable by the thought of wearing a man’s clothing. Even when she had seen the women inhabiting the place, wearing them commonly and even showing some of her limbs unbeknownst to the difficult weather.

"Change."

"..."

"Is the Female Myrkzver coming? Why ain’t you coming in?"

To the severity of his tone and gaze, young Ewelina simply entered the shelter of the villager that was also pressuring from the inside, peeking outside at the couple blocking her home’s entrance and interrupting her day.

"Excuse my intrusion." — Ewelina politely told the harsh-faced woman, who even with dirtied face, displayed the beauty of her race.

"It’s not a problem. Here. These are spare, but you still have ta return them."

"Ah... Yes, of course, th-... Blessed thee Earth." — To the woman’s bluntness, she answered. Remembering the importance of their culture’s customs and traditions as the clothes were given in her hands.

"... As Earth is us to become..." — Surprised by the outsider female answering as one of their own, the woman scrutinized the Archduchess’s presence. Halting Ewelina’s steps as she turned with impulsive words. — "Name’s Vinka Fahh... What’s yours?... Myrkzver’s Female. "