Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 198: Scene CXCVIII

The rustle of the letter was missed by her ear for the numbing beat of her heart governed her hearing. And with sharp, unsettled eyes... the letter was read with impatience by the woman.

[ Her Illustrious Grace,

Given the urgency I have been summoned to the city’s borders with, this letter is what I deemed needed to hand the Archduchess, for this server is aware of your intense wish to learn your womb’s worth today. ]

"..."

[ It is difficult for myself to say this letter also aids this server’s heart... for good news is not what I am to convey. ]

"..... ’A withered womb is what you possess’..." — Ewelina’s mutter did not tremble as she read the bit that sentenced profound despair and sorrow to her everything once again.

Reading only a tad more of many more words, deepening her pain yet unable to finish the physician’s message. — "... ’Regrettably... the Archduchess cannot bore any children in such barren womb’..."

"....."

Crumbling an unfinished letter, Ewelina’s gaze watched the marvellously decorated chamber once again. Taking in the colours as if grey and distant, looking at the crumbled sheet of paper in her hand that was hurting by the luxurious wine and scents a lovesome intention had prepared for the aching wife.

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While occupied with other nobles, the King’s eye noticed the missing Archduchess.

"!?? Cough. Aslak, cough, your woman, she’s gone."

"Huh?? It’s not time yet."

"I don’t see her. Perhaps the servant told her earlier than expected?" — Indifferent to the men keeping silent at their exchange for the Archduke was finally speaking, Jollveld tried to search along the savage for the missing wife. — "It’s not long before the stated time although this is not what I ordered..."

"Tsk. If they will do it earlier, they should say it. Damn it."

"Indeed but-... Good luck!" — Unable to finish his sayings, Jollveld wished the best for his cousin as he rushed away to do as prepared. Looking around again to call a servant to his presence and inquire on the matter. — "You. Come here."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What happened. It’s not time yet. Where’s the Archduchess?"

"? It is indeed not time yet. The servant who is to tell her is currently searching for the Archduchess so it is told in time, Your Majesty."

"... He lost her? He was to only focus his service on it."

"! A-apparently, it was suddenly that the Archduchess left. W-we are searching every nook, Your Majesty."

"... Go look for her too. That servant, bring him to me. Now." — Taking a moment to glare at the animated table the Archduchess was supposed to be at, Jollveld ordered the servant. Maintaining a composed poise to start developing the next steps at the bad taste the situation granted to his instinct.

’If he hasn’t told her she was summoned to her chambers... something must’ve happened.’ — Jollveld’s eye fell on the entertained Princess whose laugh could be heard from his spot, suspicious of her for Dorothea’s pacific attitude these past days was uncharacteristic even if welcomed. — ’Those I placed on her, I’ll call them to the study.’

Jollveld’s duties in business had to continue nonetheless of the suspicion. Hoping no incident would disrupt his cousin and friend’s wish to sincerely convey his love.

The spouse himself, however, rushed nonchalant of those he had to push aside in his way. Annoyed at the sudden change in his plans... yet excited for finally the time to tell his profound sentiments had arrived... Expectant and anxious to see the beautiful mate gain her youthful blush as their love was told properly to each other as he had learned she wished for.

The determination took him fast through the corridors... unaware of the scene he would find once his feet took a step inside an unsettlingly quiet chamber.

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"Hah.. Huff... hff..." — After listening to the silence left behind by the chaotic sounds of broken decorations, furniture and torn curtains and covers... the woman who could not utter a word gasped for air as every move took some of her already fading energy. And yet... emptiness was still conquering her everything gruesomely. Overflowing the abyss forming inside her heart... and eventually in the confusion her mind fell into because of the sorrow... 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"... Kh... ngh... NNNNGGHHH AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" — A screeching sound she had been keeping in the deepest of her soul’s corner was let out horribly torn and desperate. Hurting the woman’s throat as her fur was pulled by her distressed hands... and her legs could barely keep her standing the pain. — "CuRsed!! CUrseD be ThIs soUl and LiFe!!!!"

Falling to the floor, the petals commenced to be brushed hysterically away from her knees, clenching her teeth in rage and pain as the tears could no longer be kept inside.

"MiseraBle liFe... A withered womb again..... Yet thiS tIme... HnG! Aslak...!. . How could you... how cOulD you...!? Cursed Savage!!! Inhuman barbarian!!!! Y-you... kh!... I...! I thought you were... I thought you were different....!!! Nnh... kgh... AAAAAAAGHHHH!!!! NO!! NO! NO!!!!"

Unable to keep herself calm, her fists started to hit herself wishing for the self-inflicted pain to cloud the grieving one her heart felt from the treason her present entailed... Falling tired of hitting herself... Trembling in sorrow as her voice barely managed to tell the loneliness her despair...

"... No..!!.. Hng... why... why this..."

The flood of tears felt as if not her own, uncontrollable and shameless as they took over the sight she possessed, now scratching herself because the scorch her lids felt wanted to be numbed by the burning skin her weak nails could still dig resentful. — "Why have you done this... my womb... what I’ve remained alive for...... it’s been dead no matter the body I come to live in... and yet this last one is the first blood could flow from as a woman..."

— This blood is proof a woman can become a mother, child. —

"..... It’s gone now... Meaningless..... every man I came to meet once alive... only became worse in every life...... you... you wEreN’t tHE eXcepTion... AslAk...!"

The sound of the woman harmed her own throat even as it softly trembled consequently to her weakness. The place she had destroyed was observed once more feeling how the tears gnawed at her visage’s skin into feeling as putrefactive as her soul was while experiencing the cruellest sorrow it had undergone during its existence.