Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 259: Scene CCLIX — Longed for Return…

“... Let us take care of yer wounds first-?!”

“If ya won’t help, I’ll crawl up there on my own...”

“... A’ight. Calm down, boy... I’ll help ya.” — Going back to support him after being pushed away, Otrur Nolsvun sighed at the man’s insane determination even in what would scare any eye for red was over his torn attire, deciding to help as the man wished; walking him through the middle of the village from which many murmured joyful at the unexpected arrival of the owner of Sortnafeigr. Keeping hushed in their wish to celebrate as the glare of the warlock told them not to, in respect to the other head’s state.

However... one of the loudest, followed the glare’s order mischievously. Unable to let the rejoice be kept in simple hush and delighted murmurs.

“Gruuoouh....” — Solemn, Hrom commenced with thrilled spirit.

A guttural yet peaceful growl, almost a purr... the villagers started to sing in celebration of the Archduke’s arrival.

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It had been two years since she last had seen the spouse...

Three months after taking back her Mother’s home, Ewelina had finally initiated the return to the Residence her spouse provided at the nooks of the Kingdom and the lands those accompanying her belonged to.

The season was such that allowed a peaceful cross of the Hœttr Hills unlike the one they had when going North... and from then, more than a year had traversed in a lonesome Spiked Eye Barbican... where she was to remain, wishing not to fall to the village below unless necessary.

Meeting the warden once back had been the last confrontation she would have against those that aided the spouse’s intentions, and yet... his silent and lowered head when welcoming her was everything Ewelina needed to leave such matter behind after finding great peace in the lands of this life’s parents.

“... I am able to tell why your head remains lowered and no word dares to be let out to welcome myself from your mouth.”

“...”

“Such reasons, however, let us not talk about... There is no wish within myself to revive the hatred I was able to placate. Look and talk to me as accustomed, Uth.”

“... I... heartfully apologise for the suffering we caused... I shall do as the Ma’am requests while repenting of my actions.”

From then on, Ewelina commenced to take care of her rightful home, feeling more ease within her soul, for every day spent at the lands of a dear Mother, the woman had gone to her parent’s grave to pour out her sentiments and concerns, eventually lessening the heaviness the event’s had placed on the old soul.

“... Today shall be the last day I am to seek your quiet caresses, Mother, Father...” — She had announced to the welcoming statues of her parents, saddened by the farewell... yet fond of the warmth they had permitted to come back to her soul with their ears comfort. — “Tomorrow, a journey to the lands of my spouse I am to commence... that one I have told you about... who I have loved even as I despised his doings... yet now I solely yearn to meet him again one day... For a wife I am of his... For I wish to listen patiently as you did for myself in my times of distress.”

“...”

“... For I still love him intensely...”

“.....”

“Do tell the earth, for you have gone back to it... Request from it his return in the name of myself, your child... so the forgiveness may come upon us wedded...”

Such prayers the woman told the Parents, taking their unfolded hands in a last stroke before abandoning their grave.

And now... as the days had passed along the months and years. Numb existence was carrying her days.

The brakian mainglousse along with other children had been the sole ones that lighted her days of endless and cold wait... yet nights such as this one would arrive often... Too often, for her soul cried for the man without tangible tears.

‘... I miss him again...’ — Once at her private chambers, listening to the silence of the falling night, Ewelina would close her eyes to feel fully the void in her heart at his absence and the gem engraved on the door leading to a shared chamber would again be stared at with tired gaze... for its soft glow never faded... and instead, at times appeared to strengthen... which she deemed as a showcase of her soul’s emotions although it was hers and the spouse’s yearn resonating through their bond with the earth and souls.

“... fuhh...”

Like other nights as lonesome as this one, the glow would lure the woman to cross into the neighbouring chamber she never entered from its principal entrance, yet it was not there where her steps would stop.

*Clank...* — Pacing through it the other door with a gem would be opened by her hand, and barefoot the wife would pace into the man’s sole chamber... considerably empty when compared to her own, yet feeling it as though warmer it was.

‘... It does not matter how many times I intrude in here... It always feels as thrilling as the first time I did.’ — She smiled as she walked around a simpler chamber, going to the cabinets where she had learned his clothes were kept. — ‘It is thrilling to think... I am here without your permission, Aslak...’

A clean blouse was taken by her dainty fingers and she observed its size as she had come to appreciate what it was that the man wore. Sighing while picturing again the frame of the spouse she had not seen in so long.

“I try to keep them clean for your return... yet when will that be Aslak...?” — Embracing the cloth to her chest, Ewelina’s visage could no longer hide the conflict from missing the man, provoking her soul to tremble once more to the thought of a wait that could not find end... and feared it would not come until the essence of the spouse would fully disappear from the places he owned.

“Will you ever... return to my side...?” — The woman cuddled to the fabric, feeling how her tears were absorbed by the long gone scent of the spouse she simply imagined at this point.