Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 202: Scene CCII

From a distance, Jollveld solely observed the scene that was to unfold. Hearing how a growing silence took over a cheery ambience as those that noticed became quiet to the Archduke’s advance.

"Hahaha! Oh! Good ladies, such charming stories you tell!" — Ignorant the Princess told those sharing her table, laughing pleasantly in undeserved peace. — "Tell more of these little adventures you have had~!"

"My, the Princess is too kind~ Your stories are furthermore- Gasp!?! Y-your Illustrious Grace! Greetings on this marvellous day!" — Noticing his quick arrival, the women stood in respectful and fearsome gesture. Also announcing to the Princess of his presence... who remained ignorant of its danger solely for a split second.

"?! My dear- Ah! ACK!?"

"Here you’ll die."

Taking her by the hair, Aslak’s fist threw Dorothea to the harsh ground forbidding her eyes to dare meet his sight as he stood behind her.

Clenching the axe ready to end her life along her shameless face, his certain steps closed the gap his throw had produced, calling her shocked being back to reality.

"!? Wh- what are you doing?! What is this violence, Aslak!?!"

"It’s obvious, disgusting whore. You won death." — Giving a step forward, the gasps and screams of those surrounding them were ignored by the savage. Whose wildness was possessed by wrath that withdrew any speck of sanity he could possess for unbearable fury had conquered his soul at the aching provoked in a deeply loved one. — "Did ya think hurting my wife wouldn’t have consequences?"

"What are you talking about!? I-I did nothing of the sort-!"

"You must think I’m stupid solely ’cause of my roots, huh."

"!? N-no, s-such is not the truth..."

"... Good. Hence you’ve ta know then... That your death won’t be easy."

"N-no, w-wai-!?!?"

"Hurting my wife... I’ll make your soul regret it until its demise becomes putrefactive like your disgusting existence is." — Crouching to stare into her terrified eyes, Aslak’s tone appeared tranquil. Nonetheless, another target was to be hunted too before indulging in the retribution he sought. — "That woman named Dina. Where’s she."

"!! I do not know- Ack!?"

"Stop lying, effing waste. It won’t help ya... see all these people? None will aid ya." — Immensely threatening the growl of the man petrified the once energetic Princess, pulling her scalp with the unmeasured strength of his hand while signalling with his head for her to see the savage Constable pacing around menacingly so no crazy noble dared to intervene in his thirst for punishment. — “You have no one on your side.”

“KH! Gh!! Seleneee! Rheaaa!!” — Dorothea yelled in a desperate wish for help from those she had as slaves, crying from the pain her scalp was suffering after Aslak’s hand had thrown her once more as if a miserable animal.

The clear eyes of the Princess searched for the siblings within the crowd. Finding them quickly only standing a few metres away, simply watching her disgrace at the Archduke’s hand.

"!!!? NgGh!!"

Rage emerged as if a burning fire was lit in Dorothea’s throat, and the yells became torn with its hysterical orders to the young slaves... who more clever than the scheming Princess of Herklain remained unmovable at a safe distance.

“What are you two stupid whores doing!!?! Get this man away from me!!! Protect me with your lives!!! Get our guards!!”

"...."

“Tha stupid whore is you.” — Aslak said after hearing her disgraceful screech while his eye also watched how the guard... that one called Gilead who had unknowingly helped the Archduke bring faster aid to his wife by telling those from Kleifar about her unsettled demeanour... forcefully dragging back to the garden of feasts the maid named Kelly, while the brutish Yngve carried that one called Dina who had tried to escape their destiny.

"....."

’... These are the women, Lord of ours...’

A quick shared glance was met with his Constable, whose determined nod signalled those women the men had in their hands were those his Master sought.

Therefore, further indifference was settled in Aslak to the disgraceful crawl of the Princess who wanted to place distance between them, while her slaves continued to be yelled at for no other was there for her.

“SelEne! RHEa!!! MoVe!!”

“Haaa... it’s over.” — Aslak sighed with a gruesome sound while clenching impatient onto his deathly weapon. Walking calmly towards the crying Princess to roughly drag her back to lie on a wider space where he was to showcase her death.

"!? No!! NOooOo-gh!!! Ah! Let me go!! LEt mE Goo!!!

The screech of the woman as her body was pulled violently from an already wounded leg, instilled gasping silence in those who witnessed frightened the terrible sentence the Barbaric Archduke was to extract by demonic force... and that one who was his family... calmly continued to observe... Only giving a clever order before his cousin’s brutality was inevitably demonstrated.

“... Search for every soul coming from Herklain in this palace.”

“... Your Majesty...”

“Kill them all... not a word must leave this kingdom to their lands... kill any bird that flies in Herklain’s direction.”

"..."

"Do it."

“... Understood.”

“... Asghar, son. Get your brother and go back to your chambers. Don’t let him out until I go to you.” — Then, without losing sight of his cousin, Jollveld told his eldest heir who stood by his side, wishing for the young eyes to not witness what would follow.

The innocent amber of the child glanced at his father, nodding after a pause that was to ask one question before following his father’s instructions. — “... Is... Is Uncle Aslak very mad, Father?”

“... Yes, son... quickly go.”

The first scream of a tortured woman was then heard, stridently horrifying. Provoking the sky to vibrate with its gruesome sound and terror.

One foot had been cleanly cut from her youthful body and the pain and shock were about to bless Dorothea with the loss of consciousness. Yet the true nature of Aslak was to fall mercilessly on the woman... without salvation, in its most torturous vileness... for the wrath eating his soul the princess had recklessly ignited was never before met by the man... Wrath that was born from the harm done to his most dear and beloved...

A lung that was hurting and suffering, fading from existance because an asine outsider had wished the impossible from him...