Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 245: Scene CCXLV

“Although it is the truth, do keep it to yourself. We are already keen on letting this issue as an unfortunate event... yet I appreciate learning the real story. Father will be pleased for Zaarmideos is a good kingdom to be allied with. The time I took here will serve as a facade to tell the people their pure princess was beautifully recovered... I’ll take care of the little details.”

“... Will you take these two back too? They should be freed as a prize for their loyalty.”

“...”

“... They’ll be returned to their country. We need them to be on our side too.”

... As the discussion found an end... It was the time spent at the port the sole hazard of it all.

Never was there any menace of war breaking between the kingdoms, for Dorothea’s death even by her blood was desired and welcomed.

That night, after closing the discussions with the Prince, Aslak returned to the campsite the troops had prepared in caution to battle in which they had settled, at the outskirts of the port city they had travelled to. And in his privacy, a notice would be written to the cousin, one requiring a resolution to the conflict once met.

With annoyance at the displeasing ways of the counterparty, Aslak was brief in conveying the results with few lines... and staring at the piece of parchment... she whom he never stopped thinking of was recalled. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The Barbarian, accustomed to sending solely what was necessary, every night had a thought of yearning for the wife... his hand wanted to send words to her every night instead of the caresses he desired... yet no courage he had found for there were no words he could think of at the matters he needed to take care of and had until that night no excuse to send a piece with some words to the wife after the harshness of their goodbye.

‘... If I send it in this... it won’t be seen as odd...’ — He thought while extending the piece with the information the King needed. Hesitant as to what to tell... while wishing he could be by her side even if hated. — ‘She should be alright receiving this after this issue was solved...’

“... Haah... What to say... I don’t want her to get mad at it... but I... Fatædi... I hope you’ll accept it in the first place...”

Troubled by how to convey his meanings, Aslak stared ignorant at the parchment for the time any other would be resting. And as if impulsive, he decided to write a short promise, for he yearned for peace to return to their marriage after a battle had broken out between them.

‘... How to put it...’ — For a time, he struggled. Writing as well as he could something he wanted to sound eloquent unlike himself... yet resisting from it for no knowledge he owned about it.

“... My Fatædi... Our war will also end...” — He decided to say as a start, feeling helpless to the struggle being away to tell this instilled, requesting as if ordering the wife to take care of herself so one day they would meet again. — “... Sigh... you better fight me when I’m back... I beg you at least fight me and yell at me...”

While writing what he thought could be the farewell of the piece, he exhaled pained to the silence she maintained until the end. And to it, he never dared tell his reasons, for she was void of response... and it scared him... much more for every time he attempted to while she still addressed him, Ewelina appeared to suffer further at the events.

‘... I hope she’s alright... She didn’t eat while I was there, but I told the kid to stay by her side...’ — “Surely if I’m not around the kid will convince her to eat...”

After contemplating on the wife’s unknown state, Aslak started to roll up the small parchment, holding it in his palm and clenching it for a while as if he prayed to the piece.

“Fatædi..... It’s like I’m dying just by missing you...” — Cursing this fate he met, Aslak’s insides trembled to the desperation... reverberating throughout his body with strength, for his love was the source of this grief. Feeling it strongly... Eventually unfolding his hand to look at the piece one last time as a thought was born which would lead to the last sentence he would deem as the farewell to the message. — ‘... I said I love her before leaving... But writing it here doesn’t seem right... but...’

“It should be alright if I write I miss her...” — Frowning concerned and unconfident Aslak ultimately followed his impulse to write this truth. Gulping down at the sight of his handwriting for he feared she would not welcome his message... Nonetheless if opposite to his fears her hand accepted it... — “At least I want her to know this... that I miss her...”

With determination, the message was sent immediately. Right after, for the confidence of the man was wavering when it came to the wife, and the bird was sent smoothly to his cousin... Deciding to wait a few days at the campsite aware that the time it would take to arrive at his hands should not be longer than a few hours, solely for in his heart he held hopes that maybe... a response from the wife would be returned.

Nonetheless, days later, Jollveld sent a message along the feathers.

[ As your people say, Blessed thee earth for the news, Aslak. The parchment was delivered to Ewelina personally by my hand. She took it with her. Such is the last I may tell. ]

“...”

No other letter was sent by his hand after hoping, that although no answer was given... The message had been conveyed.

At times, the man would think of her figure reading the letters he wrote and would imagine her fingers opening the small parchment... feeling a sense of delight to think she had learned of his longing and conciliation. Nonetheless, concerns would try to cloud the good thoughts of the spouse the more time was spent away from the woman he yearned for so strongly. Concerned if she truly had read the message, grieving over the possibility she had dismissed it from her possession without giving it a glance... for she had been hurt badly and had told the spouse she now despised his being.