Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 201: Scene CCI

With lost and blurry sight the woman held in his arms watched and heard unclear yells... feeling their desperate vibrations in a weak body... A sight that made her mumble unfinished thoughts to one disturbed by grief.

"Aslak..... Despicable... man..."

"!? Fa-... fatædi..."

"I hate..." — ’... how I.... Loved you...’

"...... -lina..."

The wife’s consciousness was lost with the clear view of a crying spouse. Hoping for such to be the last view and broken sound she would have of the man, for in her sorrow... the despair in his once admired amber showcased the harm she craved in the deepest of his soul.

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"Get out."

"... What? No, I want to be with her!"

"If you’re like this you’ll get in tha way!! Get out!!!"

"..."

Being yelled at by Vinka who with curiosity lit by a certain guard had come into the palace solely to be sought in hast at the absence of the royal physician, Aslak was pushed away from the fainted wife that was still on the ground... For in his fear of hurting her with any little movement, Aslak had remained holding onto Ewelina’s body... Wishing to protect it when she was already broken.

Hence, being warned one last time by the wild woman who could not take care of the Archduchess as needed, Vinka demanded Aslkak’s departure from the chamber while the savage woman reigned her rage over the circumstances. — "... Get out. If you cling to Ewelina like this you’re only making it worse. Leave."

"...... I’m... Harming her?"

"Ou."

— I swear to harm will reach you, Fatædi...—

"!?! Kh!!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The pale wife was observed for a moment by the Archduke. Reticent on leaving her side as his fear of losing her existence conquered any reasoning. Nonetheless... the glare in Vinka’s blue was strict and firm. Making him leave in further pain as a promise he had made to his wife had also been broken, being closed of her presence by the doors of his chambers... right before his eyes that even if hurt... Procured to peek at the scene of his wife’s spiritless body, being carried to their mattress.

"!!!... Fh... f-fatædi...!!" — Scowling painfully at the blood that had fallen from a wounded thin limb, the remembrance of the despair Ewelina conveyed through her everything commenced to burn his insides dreadfully... While Aslak’s air was hurting his lungs and vessels, frightened of her state and desperate from the confusion this sudden blow to his hope granted. — "Tsk... fatædi, please..."

His spirit was as exhausted from the grief this horrible crisis had lit... And he allowed himself to lean on the door, hitting it right after out of frustration.

*Bang!!*

"EFFING EARTH!!!! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!?!!!... Kgh...!! My wife... my fatædi... cursed earth... why..." — Conflicted at the outcome, Aslak’s rage made his veins pop irritated and helplessly, ignoring the scared guards who feared being killed because of his frustration... As well as the presence of a Constable, a disliked Yngve and a northern guard.

However, a certain woman was to approach him. One that had been sent to watch the schemed scene by her vile owner... and that would use the frustrated wrath of the Archduke to her and her sister’s benefit.

"The reasons... does the Archduke wish to learn them?" — The tall slave told the Aslak with courageous determination, whose amber lit intensely at her appearance.... Making her hold onto the hope his violence could grant to govern her great fear. — "If it is your wish... I am to tell–kgh!?"

"No. You... You will spit it all out. Not a single lie I want coming from your fucking mouth or I’ll satiate my rage with this flimsy skull you have."

"! !! K! I will tell! S-cough! Such!! Cough cough!! Such’s my intention!!"

Lifting the woman by the neck, Aslak came to strangle her in an instant. Ready to erase Selene’s existence in revenge for the suffering his fated one was under.

"Tell it."

"!? Cough! Cough!!... Huff..."

"What did that woman do to my wife."

"... S... somewhere else..."

"Say it right here. Right now. These men can listen."

"......"

"What did that disgusting waste of the earth do to my wife."

Aware that Selene was one of Dorothea’s slaves, Aslak’s hues glinted thirsty of a treacherous hunt.

The woman glanced at their surroundings, seeing the guards of the king witnessing their exchange... which the Archduke noticed by her silent and dreary glance... acting upon it, unhesitantly for his patience was unable to listen to any more silence.

"!? Your gra-!?"

*Thud, thud... *

"No! Wai-"

*Thud... Rustle...*

"There."

"!?!?!" — A swallowed gasp was held by the slave at the scene. Watching to how the corpses fell to the floor after Aslak’s and Kir’s axe had quickly killed the unwanted ears.

"Talk. Now."

"... I understand...."

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The utterings of the slave he had extracted currently rang effortlessly clear in the head of the hurt man with his every stomp.

— The princess in alliance with the Archduchess’ stepsister crafted these events. Learning about the tea the Archduchess was made to drink at your request, the princess decided to tell the Archduchess before those at the table... aware that she ignored the nature of such tea and your partake in this matter. —

Fuming with rage his frame rushed through the corridor warned by the very slave that the princess was at the feast.

— The Archduchess had told the princess her strong wish to bear children... and Dorothea wanted to humiliate her with the truth before the other noblewomen... She’s still there, laughing and waiting to learn how her scheme has separated you from the Archduchess. —

With the axe in his hand, Aslak now ran onto the grounds where many nobles continued to enjoy of empty politeness, finding immediately the princess who laughed loudly at the very table his wife had shared with her rotten being.

The eye of the King caught a glimpse of the Archduke, surprised for he had learned of the state the Archduchess had fallen into, only a few moments in advance to their arrival and was already preparing to end the feast once news of her condition was notified.

Hence, the determined stomps of the archduke towards the princess, drained his blood to freezing coldness, announcing the expected tragedy... for two savages followed Aslak, with focused eyes he would not be able to stop.