Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 225: Scene CCXXV

“If so I am to give the appreciation you sought... Blessed thee Earth, King Jollveld.” — Making a deep reverence, the woman gave the demanded gratitude to the man, who in a whiff felt pleased by the sentence. Causing the woman to feel content by his word’s honour, ready to depart his presence. — “I am to come back for a farewell before departure. Your care will not be forgotten. If you excuse myself...”

“Wait.” — Stopping her leave, the man with a hardened voice called. — “Don’t leave so fast. There’s something else I am to tell you.”

“?”

Remaining in the spot she stood, Ewelina turned and watched how the King opened one of his desk’s drawers, taking something in his hand he was to make the woman pick by coming closer.

“Here. This... Given what it says I should give it to you, for if I simply tell it he could kill me while you may not want to believe it.”

“?... A small piece of parchment?”

“It’s the one I received with the news. A small message it was... yet he wrote few more words for you.”

“.....”

“You don’t want it?” — Seeing her hesitation to take it from the desk, Jollveld insisted. Making her eyes meet his so action would be taken. — “Just so you will not misunderstand this, I have not said a word to him about your plan of leaving. I am keeping my word to the dot, Ewelina.”

“... It is good to know you keep your word. Then, I shall take this with myself... If there is nothing more to discuss, I shall also take my leave now.”

“Go ahead.”

Granting her leave, Jollveld smiled resigned to the bleak reaction the wife had to the message delivered. Sighing to himself once she left his surroundings for difficulty could be seen in his cousin’s future.

“Damn it Aslak... I just hope she won’t burn it up from mere pride... It’s rare for you to even write someone something, fucking ole.” — Ironically so, the man laughed... amazed by the words he had written, while a conflicted Ewelina rushed back to her chambers. With a racing heart and a strongly grasped message in her palm.

*******

Sight of the child was nowhere to be found in the chamber yet. And so, the wife paced inside, doubtful, looking around hoping no spirit roamed as she kept to her chest the hands holding an unread message from a spouse.

‘... I... I feel grief, suddenly...’ — Tightening her lids and hold of the parchment, Ewelina exhaled fearfully, for never had she received a message, much less from the spouse.

“He wrote to myself... and yet my thorny beliefs are telling me not to read it...” — Opening her hand, the woman observed the small folded piece, nervous to see its content as she did not expect to ever receive it.

However, even against what pride and rage demanded from her actions, Ewelina sat on their mattress’s corner, unconfidently opening the parchment sent by the barbarian.

[ This war was prevented. They are with us. Heirklain is no menace now. ] — She read what a child had told previously, reading more as the message continued.

[ Give this to Ewelina, my wife, my Fatædi... Our war will also end. Eat. Maintain your fierce strength. ]

“...”

[ Fight your spouse when I’m back.

I’m missing you, Fatædi.

— Aslak Myrkzver ]

“... A war... haha... Indeed, we are in a cruel war...” — Nostalgic to the voice she imagined saying these words, the woman painfully frowned at the conflict this separation entailed between them. The handwriting of the man, big and messy with a strong feel of his spirit was observed with intrigue by her brown hues, contemplating on how befitting of him it was for the message to be as dry... while meshing with his wild sweetness.

[ I’m missing you, Fatædi. ]

Once more, Ewelina read the end of his message, provoking her breath to tremble as it was taken into the bewildered lungs that lost air to his absence. Embracing the small piece as she shuddered to the emotions.

The touch of his hand tangling in her fur was recalled vividly as she brought the parchment to her heart, fighting herself to not agree with the strong longing her soul felt for the man.

“Once you are back... certainly our war will resume..... Return safely... I shall fight you fiercely, inconsiderate Spouse.”

With placated rage, placing it aside from the wishes she honestly held for the man’s safe return, Ewelina whispered to the lonely chamber where his presence was amiss. Believing that the whisper would keep from her heart the deep yearning for the loved man her old soul possessed, wanting to feel the purity of longing without the sorrow, the hatred and the desire of retribution she unmistakenly had within herself.

One last time, the letters meant for her were read by her moved hues hiding sadness, and her fingers touched over the words... and caressed his name... letting a pair of tears fall source of the pain, so the parchment would be saved somewhere she would not find sight of it as easily, wishing to forget the emotions he invoked.

The day continued, feigning no difference had visited its time.

*******

It had been days since she had departed the grounds of a protected palace and it was the very day she was to commence the journey to the Lands of her Mother that Ewelina learned of those that had stayed behind under the spouse’s orders to protect and accompany the Archduchess in another noble’s residence, for as she left, such was the first and last time Ewelina went outside the Palace’s roof.

“Veneer Female.”

“... Yngve... So yourself also remained here...” — Stunned to see the savage she less expected to stay, Ewelina watched him with awe, conveying her wonder with the honesty of her visage that incited the barbarian to reply.

“Ai, Mykzver said to go with him... but his orders I dislike so I stayed.” — With a grumble the man said, curling his mouth with displeasure at the thought. Gesturing with his head so she would also take notice of the others that as part of the Jazhara’s Tail were ordered to stay with their Lord’s wife. — “Many others also stayed, I wasn’t tha only one.”