Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 177: Scene CLXXVII

Swirling around without knowing what to do with herself as she could not hold inside the great delight, the youthful Archduchess released a dreamy sigh thinking of the endless joy, stopping in place to hold her feverish cheeks. — “Oh~! Goodness! Such... Such marvellous man I have!”

Hugging herself the warmth of accomplishment made her smile widely. And pacing inspirited, the young woman, blooming in her pure feelings and current emotions, allowed herself to fall on the mattress they had tangled in. Glancing at the dress the man ultimately forbid from her body with hast passion as it interfered with the touch of their bare skin.

“Fuhh... My husband... my man...” — Impossible it was for her corners to lower.

The sole dimple on her cheek became deeper the more she reminisced on the mellifluous and intimate moments the married man and woman shared in their heavenly privacy. And more yearnful sighs left her lovingly... — “Oh love of my soul... loved spouse... this could be a dream for how marvellous every breath I take appears to be because of you...”

The harsh and manly scent of the savage spouse remained lightly on the sheet she came back to, and the blush from the excitement evolved more colourful.

Taking gingerly the curly and dishevelled fur he had combed and caressed while holding her passionately, grew relentless butterflies to fill the woman’s tummy as rejoice was everything Ewelina’s being could experience at the exchanges she had with her difficult spouse during these last few days. Lost in thought as the lovely and harsh times were replayed in her mind.

“... To think these days have been so troubling... and yet...”

—... I love it. —

“~!~!!! Oh, love~!” — As if a little child overwhelmed by joy, Ewelina hid her face in the sheets while a chaotic wave of thrill invaded her heart and skin. — “Oh... oh goodness of every divinity... I thank you, oh so deeply... this kind of happiness... I have never experienced it before...” 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Feeling alive by the intense flutter her every fibre experienced, even tears of joy menaced to fall down her tender cheeks. Illusioned by the meaning his endearing affection, behaviour and words entailed for the hopeful woman.

“My spouse... I had thought my attempts were useless... however, this little taste is enormous for my heart to take...” — Recalling the handsome grin of the manly barbarian as he expressed his like for the woman overwhelmed Ewelina again with the chaos of love. Making her grin as he did... to continue to breathlessly contemplate on her present. — “What will happen to this heart of your wife, my lovely and yet barbaric spouse... the moment our feelings for each other are told... I fear words will not find shape as this wife feels so mindlessly elated...”

— Ewelina... Fatædi... —

“Aslak... Aslak, my love... how impatient this bliss makes me...”

The imagination of the woman then started to picture the moment and the sound of her husband’s voice declaring his love.

The thoughts of failing to get the man to tell his feelings had vanished as if never had been within herself... And sole expectation along with tender anxiety drowned her spirit with the purest of emotions.

Wishes to confess and truths to tell were all envisioned by the enthusiastic, optimistic Ewelina. The light of the sun entering their stances felt the brightest to her caramel hues, and the tiredness of her caressed body felt the most welcomed as the stuffing air cleansed and tried to calm the relentless melody of delighted heartbeats.

‘Some day... A child... A child born from love... from our love, my dear...’ — The woman thought, expectant for the moment to arrive. Placing her hand over her stomach where the gift of her being female, the womb that shelters and creates life which had been filled once more by the sole man’s seed was stroked lovingly attempting to forget the usual concern.

After relishing in the bright future the day had gifted to the old soul of the wife, the mattress was abandoned. Tired as the passion of the man had absorbed most of the woman’s energy again, yet aware that there were matters she also needed to attend to so the desires of her old soul could happen uneventfully.

“I should dress once more... tomorrow’s garments... as well as the physician... I ought to prepare.”

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“What is Gilead doing~~?” — The innocent brakian mainglousse in her boredom asked once more to the grumpy northern guard.

“... Nothing different from a moment ago, kid.”

“Hum~~... Gilead’s axe won’t be any more sharper... Does Gilead not know that??”

“... Gilead knows it.” — Mocking the way the child had to speak, the man distorted his mouth, making silly faces to annoy the young Nu. However, the mind of the little girl was too pure for the man to bother.

“Teehehe~ Gilead knows it, but Gilead keeps working~ Odd Gilea~aad.” — Smiling entertained while lying on the ground, Nu looked up at the conflicted guard, who sighed at the unnoticed mock and continued to care for the axe obtained from an esteemed barbarian.

Out of ideas to talk about, the child simply observed the busy Gilead who she had befriended while travelling to these warm lands, although he did not reply much to her curious conversations.

The sound of entertained Sortnerers was loud, for the place they were at was given so the savages could enjoy their usual fights and brutish training. Nonetheless, to the child, only the edge being sharpened echoed in her blank head... who ultimately uttered the trouble her young and pure heart experienced.

“Nu misses Master and Master’s wife... When will Nu be able to see our Masters, Gilead...?”

“... The palace isn’t for anyone to stroll in.” — Noticing the sadness of the girl whose lower lip pouted also angered, the man decided to tell.

“Nu knows that... And yet Nu misses Nu’s Masters... Master’s wife must also miss Nu... right?”

“... I don’t think so.”

“!!?! Gilead is a meanie!! Master and Master’s wife misses Nu too!!” — Offended by the ruthless reply, the child jumped, standing enraged in a stronger purple of her shade, throwing dirt at the man in dislike.