Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 192: Scene CXCII — Bleeding Heart of the Soul.

Tall and admirable, her hands even combed his hair back slightly... solely so it was not dishevelled... yet cleanly enough so the wildness of her spouse she so much admired would not be lost.

“... Woman, this thing’s neck... was it made for strangling?? My throat, darn it.” — He said after a while. Annoyed at the tightness around his upper body.

“Hahaha~ You are right... let me get a few buttons loose... Your blouse is to adorn it better.” — Entertained, she helped the spouse who frowned displeased. And for a last time, she observed him carefully, paying attention so nothing was amiss just as her servants would have done, although she could do more than simply correct and analyse...

Hence she admired the grace of her man, who even as tall, brusque, wild and imposing, looked purely handsome in the coat of dark indigo which’s small details had white as clear as her shoulder’s fur, and buttons of pearled white that enhanced the dark of his hair and brilliance of his eyes. — “... You are ready... and you look too handsome, dear husband.”

“... It’ll become undone eventually.”

“... hahaha! Goodness... yes... Yes, it will...” — Fresh and enchanted she leaned on him as she laughed, looking up at him and closing her lids to get a brief seal.

Aslak’s lean came down nervously, and his hands took hold of her thin arms, differently to how he would prefer... touching the accessory she never ceased using and he had gifted in an act of frustrated affection.

“... You’ll wear it too?” — He asked, caressing its gems he had chosen so carefully.

“Yes... they might not know why I use it... yet I am to wear it proud of its meaning in Sortnafeigr’s culture... that is now mine, husband.”

“There’s much more to it... but I’ll tell you that later.” — Thrilled, Aslak grinned happily. For his preparations entailed the accessory.

“My~ there is more I ought to learn, I see~”

“... Aie...”

“... hahah... Then, should we go now? I believe it is time.”

"Aie..."

With intertwined fingers, Ewelina held onto both of his hands, looking up at him, brilliantly beautiful in her luxurious dress that matched the hue of that he wore at her petition... and such brilliance took the air out of him... instilling in his overwhelmed lungs the impatient impulse of confessing his love without minding the preparations he had taken care of with a romantic cousin...

And yet... with the belief an elaborate surprise would delight her further...

‘My zeal amour... I’ll keep my patience for a wider smile...’ — Aslak allowed it solely to resound within himself. Gulping down already heated... and agreeing with his wife as if no feeling had been admitted to her innocent brown shades. — “It’s time... let’s get there and come back soon.”

A kiss over her crown was given this time, surprising her as it showed thoughtfulness in the barbarian. The cheeks of the woman gained marvellous colour, and to the guide of his hand, Ewelina walked along him. Departing the chambers she would only come back to destroy.

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“... You’re nervous.” — Aslak said as they walked to the garden where the feast was to take place under the daylight. Instinctively, as the hand he was holding steadily became colder in sweat.

“I am... It is the first time those of my birthlands are to meet myself and the man I married...”

“... You never came to the palace... right.”

“Y-yes... as there was no opportunity...” — More nervous, she replied. Aware that such an opportunity would have never come if not for the greed her stepfather had while selling her to her current partner. — “Truthfully... I wonder if I am to meet the Baron today as his majesty has invited the Kingdom’s nobles...”

“... Don’t think about that.”

“Haha, yes, you are right... yet do promise me, Aslak... if you meet him do not lose your poise...” — Recalling his rage after she had told some of her current life’s past, Ewelina pulled slightly Aslak’s hand so he would look her in the eye at this petition. — “As I am now, it is myself who shall halt his ill intents.”

“... A’ight.”

“... Blessed thee earth.” — Thankful for his quick and seemingly reluctant agreement, Ewelina smiled. Ignorant that the bothered expression in the spouse was because between the secrets he had not told, the death of her stepfather was also to be confessed later. — “Albeit, I assume husband is not nervous. This is not your first feast.”

“I’ve had too many, and in every single one I end up in problems with that cursed Jollveld.”

“Hahaha~ I am here this time. Therefore I am to make sure my spouse does not cause trouble.”

“... We’ll see.” — His smirk was suspiciously malicious and Ewelina could not help but smile at it, not forgetting to warn him of not being mischievous.

“What is that ‘we will see’ about? Do not jest with myself on these matters husband... You are an unpredictable man even as I learn more about you... It only causes more concern in this wife.”

“Hrmm... I’ll try. Although these men and women are too annoying to be around... I’m more expectant this time. I’m willing to listen, Fatædi.”

The confidence in his statements only unsettled her as it also made her joyful, for such an attitude was unthought of in the barbarian and was a source of more suspicion to the wise soul of Ewelina.

However, nothing more was told on these matters, for the wife judged his good mood should remain for the most possible period as even if proper and aware of his wildness, knowledge about the northern people was good enough to justify any outburst a man such as Aslak may have had.

‘... Many lack sense... of danger and politeness...’ — She conceived certain.

The path had little more steps to be given before the Archdukes would become visible to those awaiting to celebrate their marriage. And so, as both saw how briefly their solitude would fade... both halted in unison... for a last fresh interaction where the two only enjoyed their company.