Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 263: Scene CCLXIII
“Aslak, have you not thought we could do that?! I- I would never give birth to a child so it can kill their parents later!”
“... I did think about it... but... traditions are respected by our people...”
“Even so...!”
“...”
“... People respect life more than tradition if reasonable... Times are meant to change the people, the soil, the weather, the souls of every living... a tradition can be changed too...”
“...”
“Has... I... I am regretful... for not listening to your reasons earlier... I ignored your conflicts because of blind sorrow... I apologise for the harm my doings dealt on your spirit, spouse of mine... truly, I... I am sorry it took us this long so I could learn this...”
“... Then... will you take it?” — Relishing on the closeness and the touch of the woman who now leaned her head on his chest, indifferent to the state of his being, Aslak insisted. — “I didn’t care about traditions much anyways... if you say we can, then I will change it.”
“... I will take it.” — The woman fondly smiled, moving her hand to receive the seed on her palm seeing instantly how as it touched the woman’s skin, it was absorbed by her body as if never around. Leaving both stunned, speechless at what to do after such a quick disappearance.
“...”
“...”
“Er... Haha~ I suppose there is no need to ask the Jazhara about this anymore~? How interesting a thing just happened~”
“Everything’s odd. Cursed earth.”
“! Do not say such, it is an aid it gave us!”
“Tha thing’s capricious. And annoying. Why couldn’t it say more about it.”
“...”
“... w-what.”
Looking at the man, ensimismated in the fresh delight this interaction provoked, Ewelina felt the flutters within her revive along the purest of airs her breathing had permitted ever since they separated.
A wish to show affection steadily began to grow in the two of them and yet... even as both felt the desire to graze the other... the woman gave a step back, lightly blushed by the lull this conversation had allowed between them.
“I will request a bath to be prepared for you... We need to make sure your wounds are treated properly.”
“... Ou...”
“I... I shall come back after your bath...”
“Why...?” — Carefully and dearly, his hand grasped her limb like a caress, stopping her retreat sad by her intentions. Looking at her, conveying the feelings and the truth behind his wish to not let go. — “Can’t you stay with me?... I’ve... I’ve missed you, Fatædi... I don’t know if you got my letter but-”
“I got it.”
“... You did?”
“I read it and keep it to this day... as well as the parchment you wrote with my name at the Granite Tower...”
“...”
“I... I will come back shortly... I promise.” — More red from blush, the wife softly pulled away, biting her inner lip from the flutters experiencing his presence, peeking at him one last time to convey there were some other matters she also wanted to convey. — “I need to get the bandages and everything necessary... and I also have things to tell you...”
“Tell them now. I’m listening. Someone else can bring the tools.”
“... Yet I want to care for your injuries myself...”
“...”
“I swear I will only take a moment while you wash yourself...”
Without receiving spoken agreement from the man his forceless nod allowed her to go.
And once leaving the chamber of the man, her heart raced uncontrollably with the delight to have him back. Finally learning what for so long had her in the dark of ponder, ultimately meeting the warden as she rushed up the stairs which would also allow the woman a glance of the beast mentioned by the spouse.
“?! Ma’am!”
Gasping for air as she came across them, she tried not to place mind on the beast that in its stance conveyed no menace. Acting composed as her eyes drifted from the black creature to the conflicted warden.
“Uth... I believe you are aware that the Archduke has arrived.”
“Yes, Ma’am... I had no opportunity to inform her Grace... I apologise...”
“Do not, please... It is a joyous occasion.” — Demonstrating her bashful delight as if no scare had interrupted it, the wife told the warden. Crossing sights with the beast that elegantly stepped towards her... And remaining the calmest she managed, Alsvartr came to her side... to cuddle against the child of the earth it was naturally attached to. — “..... What an interesting creature.”
“And dangerous.”
“...”
“It wanted to kill myself a moment ago... His illustrious grace rushed to the chambers in a horrible state, so... It saw me as an enemy I deduce.”
“Ah... about that. Do assemble everything necessary to treat his wounds and send a tub and warm water for him to cleanse. I am to take care of his wounds so do leave them at the chambers.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I shall do as you tell...?? Where is the Ma’am going, however? If I am allowed to ask, of course.”
“Um... He must be hungry... I want to prepare something for him to eat too.”
“The women can do that, Your Grace...”
“Yet I want to... Do aid myself with what I requested, Uth.”
Unable to contradict a joyful Master any further, the warden did not insist. And the woman, followed by the beast went to the kitchen to do as told to the loyal servant; giving the feline some meat while enthusiastically preparing some food to bring the currently uneasy spouse.
“... Did you accompany my husband here?” — At some point she asked the great beast, amused by its tame demeanour that appeared to listen even while dangerous. — “A name he gave you befitting of thou fur... Alsvartr, I believe it is he called you.”
*Purr~*
“... Haha... Welcome to our Household... I hope Aslak can tell me more about you later...” — Aware that there was no place for communication the woman smiled at the purr of the beast with amber hues similar to the spouse’s. Taking in her hands the prepared pieces and drinks to give the husband... which she feared would not be enough recalling the voracious appetite of the man.
