Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 211: Scene CCXI

Holding the glare the savage wore from his spot, Jollveld came forward, fearless of the wimp in his presence that was not deigned of any respect anymore.

“You worry who she will have children with instead of feeling joy her motherly wishes can be a reality!? It’s not odd she despises your presence, Aslak!! Was I her!!! Was anybody in her place!!! That axe you gift her would be encrusted between your fucking eyebrows!!”

“.....”

*Phtoo!* — Spitting to the taste his sight provoked, Jollveld’s mouth distorted in contempt. Turning away from the unpleasant scene, waving careless his hand to dismiss him from his presence since there was no patience in the king anymore to try convincing a lost and useless man. — “Disgusting bastard... It’s a miracle she even allowed herself to love you... I pity the woman now that I see what you became... Get lost. You serve no purpose like this.”

The quiet Jollveld’s unrestrained harshness induced was appalling for both men although fury governed them. Nevertheless, the dismissed Archduke did not move from the place he stood at... Instead... still with a lowered and ashamed head, his everything gripped with force looking for determination.

Aslak’s jaw clenched hurtfully as his hands squeezed their own palms until exhausting his whole upper body from the strain... while his lids tightened intensely to dry any drop that wanted to fall from his amber... and lastly, the roughness of his dry sound came out torn in a growl that at least this time conveyed along the sorrow in the deep of his amber, the savagery placed during a hunt.

“If I...” — He began, instilling a grieving shudder down Jollveld’s spine that made him feel alert once again, meeting a man whose essence was by far the most formidable he had witnessed in the Barbaric Lord. — “Jollveld... If I destroy Herklain’s attempt for revenge... If I... bury the corrupted roots back into the earth and the Kingdom is no longer in danger...”

*... Gulp...*

“If I risk my life diving into the earth’s core for her womb to be fertile again... Will Ewelina... my resplendent Fatædi, come back to my side?”

“...”

“Will she forgive my despicable being?”

The hurt flare of his desperate hues meshed victoriously with the yearning for redemption... one determined to craft it himself while against the odds cruel destiny could have prepared for the man.

“...”

Jollveld was temporarily left speechless at such a showcase of certain willpower... yet an answer was demanded from the devoted man in his presence.

“... Tell me. Jollveld.”

Another swallow to help his throat was needed by the King before deciding his words. Therefore, once collected, Jollveld’s steps paced tranquil, echoing towards the Archduke... ultimately letting his hand fall on his shoulder one more time on this day, to tell with consequent determination the honest answer he could only grant.

“Whether she will do it or not... only once it’s done you’ll have an answer, Aslak.”

“...”

“An answer to that... only your woman can give it.”

The shake his hand gave to the brawny man, one slow that wanted to show the seriousness of his words, could not move the man as Jollveld would have wanted.

Aslak’s stance was certain and decided... hence, it was not surprising for the cousin’s hand to be drawn away by the back of the Archduke’s hand.

“Three days.”

“... three days?”

“... In three days I’m leaving.”

“...”

“... Help me prepare the departure while I plan the end of Herklain and the roots.” — With his enemy’s death pictured in the amber of his eyes, Aslak growled as a ready beast. Frowning angered by the matters he would need to take care of while aware it was the only choice acceptable when it came to Ewelina’s forgiveness. — “As you fucking said... only once I take care of this bull will my answer come.”

“... What will you tell Ewelina?”

“...”

“?! You’re not planning on leaving without telling her are ya?!”

“Shut tha fucking muzzle!! I’m sick of yer prattle!!”

“.......”

“I’m... I’m telling her... Only give me those three days. Jollveld.” — Trying to remain as calm as possible, Aslak requested. Leaving the King’s presence right after.

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No sleep was able to bless the wedded’s cold night...

Eternal it felt for both in the anguish possessing their hearts and spirits.

Void of thoughts as no more energy was left in her to ponder on the issues drowning her in sorrow, Ewelina’s eyes blankly stared at the light of a heartless moon that shined too brilliantly for her blurry sight to appreciate. And on the other side of an entrance... the man forbidden from her presence sat, right across the gates... hoping that maybe they would open and a brief peek of his wife’s figure would be sighted.

Nonetheless, hoping was everything the man could do... their places had swapped without them noticing... and it was Aslak the one yearning for a wish while Ewelina had given up her long life’s sole one.

His eyes, during that endless night, did not find the sight he hopped for... and the day that gave an end to the dreadful night did not allow it by casualty either.

‘..... She should be awake by now...’ — Aslak, exhausted, thought. Standing from the stoned floor to continue to gaze at the immutable gates.

The tasks he was to take care of from then on could not make it so his thoughts would leave his wife’s state. And so, he blankly stared and stared... hesitating on going inside to at least take the peek his luck deprived him of until this hour.

Unlike he accustomed his knuckles knocked on the door before walking inside, hearing no response from the woman residing in it, which made his nervousness escalate speedily. Regardless, the impulse made him open the entrance slowly. Coming in with quiet motion which his heart could not synchronise to, for the moment his eyes fell on the empty mattress, his core raced as the amber traced in rush the whole chamber for her presence.

‘W-where is she???!’ — Unable to easily find the wife he rushed further inside looking around out of breath... until his eyes fell on the window, fearful of the chances... yet finding to its side... in the small corner, the lonely woman, where she embraced her knees in a thin... too thin and simple gown.