Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 87: Scene LXXXVII

The smell of the horses’ firm fur mixed with their dry food reached her nostrils once crossing the stable’s entrance.

A man of cold demeanour stood further inside, eating the apple meant for the horse his hand was stroking.

Gilead heard the rustle of her steps and raising his brow, glancing from the side of his eye, a pause was given before the demanded greeting he should offer was given.

"... Ma’am. Greetings on this day to you."

"Greetings, Gilead..... I am pleased to see the mane of our horses is clean. Although the apples... Remember to leave a pair for their gentle teeth." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"... If their teeth were gentle I wouldn’t avoid their bite."

"Indeed, haha... Yet I believe their kindness left as you eat their snack so wickedly before their eyes." — Pacing to caress a near friend, Ewelina mischievously told the guard whose eyes rolled as he sighed aware that her words were truthful.

"... Taking care of ’em requires the energy. I do leave many for them to eat."

"That is a relief."

"... Did you come to keep an eye on me?... Ma’am?"

"I did leave you in charge of the stable I find peace at..."

"And you also doubt me." — Gilead indifferently told her, also not facing her as both were busy with the residents of the stable.

"Yes... Yet I can see at the very least that you are not limp anymore. The Sire was not as kind as the animals that simply attempt to bite, was he?"

"..... cursed ole."

"Come again?"

"...." — Torting his lips displeased as he knew she had heard his cuss, Gilead inhaled before answering differently. — "It is indeed not limp anymore."

"..... You did not say that before."

"Ma’am." — Meeting her malicious stare, Gilead’s expression continued to grumble. Asking for the fairness she did not easily give him. Solely receiving a smile as she drifted away from the animal.

"... If it is truly only his head that you want, let Sid aid you with the axe. I know he bothers you, yet he is the one who does–"

"I already gave in on that." — Interrupting the woman, Gilead informed her, causing her eyes to widen. — "Do you see this bandage in my hand, he almost took it. The arse is not playing, unlike Kir with me."

"Fuhh... That is good... Your surrender to learn, I refer to." — Ewelina answered, sly in her words.

"... Right. To learn."

The lift of her corners had settled, and although it had been as brief as the visit to the Village, she would also depart from the stables to continue her busy days.

"Take care. Of the animals."

"... Of the animals."

Not giving an answer to his mal-humoured mumble, Ewelina stared at the man. Inwardly entertained to pick on his already prickly mood. Proceeding to leave the stable, meeting the many servers she had to discuss matters with.

The brakian child who played around escaping the tasks Uth would give her, at times would join Ewelina’s steps around the fief, imitating her orders and lifting the Archduchess’s mood when exhaustion invaded her during these long days of preparation and waiting for her Husband.

"Yikes! Master left many duties to Master’s Wife... Master is wicked. Making Master’s Wife unable to play with Nu..."

Playing with any small thing the mainglousse could find, she would pout when no time was given to her. Nonetheless, her affection for the Archduchess kept growing, more so as she sensed her growing sadness at the endless wait her heart felt.

"Master should come back already... Master’s Wife healed Litilmenni’s wound so Master should arrive faster." — Such the child would say, holding Ewelina’s hand to follow her steps around the Castle.

Nonetheless... Night would come as well as the sun would rise... And her spouse would not be found under the roof he owned nor the work stances he had once summoned her to.

’... When is it... when will the lights of torches be seen in that darkness you entered, husband?’

Long sighs would leave the woman every time her eyes caught a glimpse of the unseen nooks her spouse was currently wandering.

’Husband... It is difficult..... My soul has lived very long... Yet this wait feels longer as I miss your hand’s strokes.’

"Goodness... My heart has been truly taken in this life... It is concerning..."

Ewelina lastly susurrated after contemplating on the deep thoughts his absence provoked in her feelings.

"Yet..."

— Where you belong finally was found. —

The wise warlock’s words were recalled and within the loneliness of her wait, Ewelina smiled to whisper her truthful thoughts about the concern this love for her spouse commenced.

"It is wonderful... That if it is my last... If what I am searching for will be granted... I am delighted that it can be with one I feel this deeply."

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Heads and bodies had been lost. Yet no regret in the savages’ screams could be heard.

Most beasts had fallen, yet those giant ones stayed standing almost crawling out of the cracks they had made out of the earth that was throwing them out to the small ones’ grounds.

Two enormous high men. One of rooted body while the other of stoned dark shade. Long limbs, that if not for their enlarged shape would be as similar to a human’s... thankfully did not stand properly on both feet as they were still kept chained to the earth.

Strong tremors hindered those standing still, whose sight was aided by burning trees the savages had set on fire as it was in the dark of the night that the encounter occurred. Hence, moving around the high men, those savages battling them now needed to attack in unison for the night was about to reach its deepest gloaming... A time when those they needed to stop would move stronger, helping the cruel grounds to change much more mercilessly than without their existence.

"All of you brutes follow Kir and I! The ears that are their eyes!! If we don’t break those fucking things we lose our heads!!"

A link to a high men’s core was found on the ears that served them as sight. Hence... his orders were crucial.

"Returnees!! Your Framikanna isn’t over!!! These high men, shove them back into the earth or another year you can’t return!!"

"Fucking hell..."

"That is also the earth... Move or you die!" — To the words of a ruthless Myrkzver killing beasts as he growled, the warlock holding onto the earth rowdy whispers mumbled. As he also saw the smiles of the many tribe members present. P