Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 267: Scene CCLXVII — The Lure was Simple Love…

Taking the tray in her hands to leave it away from the mattress, Ewelina then became shy as the meal had allowed some peace for the soul... Sad for it was time to let the spouse rest, yet determined to help his health.

Hence, she came to stand before him, to wish him good rest as she saw wise a time to separate.

“You should sleep now... do rest, please... Good night, Husband.” — Granting a soft graze upon the man’s forehead, Ewelina prepared to leave while the spouse felt untold confusion.

And so, also standing to follow the wife as she walked to leave the chamber, her attention was immediately picked. Making her turn on her feet to reprimand the man.

“! Husband, what are you doing? I said you need to rest!”

“?... Are we not to rest together?”

“...”

“... I thought we could... was I mistaken...?”

“N... no...” — Feeling happy even as she tried to hide it in the confusion, Ewelina’s cheeks warmed to the thrill of his innocent ways... timidly walking to his side to aid the walk of the man as his beliefs had suggested. — “I thought you would rest better on your own... yet if it is your wish... w-we certainly can... rest... together...”

“...”

Quiet, the man followed the woman while slightly bothered. The wife, although for long had waited for the man so forgiveness and new wishes could be born once learning the truth, keeping desires to earn happiness hopefully to his side and illusioned to earn this resolution to the misunderstandings between them... Ewelina had become cautious of her everything. Just as he was initially, although a speck of herself had trouble relishing in the comprehension they met of each other, for two years she was without the man... Feeling restless about how to behave before the spouse again... for it was also confusing for the woman how suddenly her yearning had finally been fulfilled by Aslak’s unexpected return.

Helping him, even if he did not believe it was necessary, the wife escorted the spouse to the wedded’s chamber. Noticing as they crossed the doors linking the three spaces how the gems resonated as if pacifying heartbeats in their mysterious glow. And the man, also repaired on it even though nothing was told.

Reaching their mattress, Ewelina made sure the man took place on it. Turning on her feet ready to leave so her garments could be changed, yet alerting the man at her sudden move.

“? Why are you leaving.”

“Oh... I need to change.”

“...”

“I w-will not take long.”

Rushing into her chambers as she understood there was another question her response invoked in the man, Ewelina avoided to continue looking at his bothered dejection. For it was apparent given the essence of the barbarian after sharing days like those before a separation with the wife.

‘... She might still be mad...’ — He thought while waiting for her return. Contemplating on the questions her attitude provoked. — ‘Effing earth..... she’s keeping distance... she can’t even change in front of me... feels like she was when she feared me.’

A deep sigh was let out from frustration and the man frowned deeper, for he had told his feelings and these concerns invoked more doubts in his heart.

‘... what if she doesn’t love me...? Is she not saying it because she doesn’t??’

“... fuck. That can’t be it.” — He growled, displeased by the grief, searching for other reasons solely he could find in his wildness for the woman’s behaviour. — ‘Maybe Jollveld lied about that word... it seemed to not matter to her... maybe it doesn’t mean anything...’

“...”

‘But then what do I do??... I want her to reply to it... She has to call me Fatæ at least...’

Concerned, Aslak tried his best while in enormous exhaustion that was starting to take over the man’s comprehension who had restrained it forcefully for too long. And while lost in troubled thoughts, the woman came back to the chamber they were to share, cautiously approaching him who appeared upset in what she believed could be a headache.

“Um... husband?”

“?!”

“Does your head hurt? You do not have a fever do you?”

“... A fever?”

“... When your temperature is higher than common, that is a fever.” — Sitting beside him, her hand was placed on the spouse’s forehead, allowing his chaotic thoughts to calm down by her touch... that ultimately brought their foreheads together in an attempt to thoroughly care for the injured one. — “... You do appear slightly feverish...”

“..... When we were at Ramideos, Vinka said you had that...”

“... I probably did, haha... yet I do not remember, thankfully.” — Concerned by Aslak’s low energy, Ewelina smiled sorry about the recall he had. Holding his head gently to move and help him lay back on their mattress as she could see some dizziness was taking over the man. — “Lay down... You need to rest or the fever will grow.”

“... fh... it’s annoying...”

“I am aware, yet you must, husband... Your journey’s weight will fall fully upon you now that it has come to an end...”

“... A’ight...” — Hazy, his mind slowly started to feel cold from the sweat the fever was developing and the comfort of her hand stroking his temple and cheek was then missed once Ewelina also settled on the mattress, laying beside him at a fair distance... one that in his dizziness, the man disliked. — “Don’t... lay far from me...”

Meeting the tired amber, begging in their brilliance for the woman’s closeness she was battling, Ewelina’s heart throbbed pained by his struggle. Swallowing the denial she needed to give for another’s heat could worsen his health... drawing nearer... until her hand was able to lay on the man’s chest while being welcomed by the thick of his arm with delightful graze and squeeze of his hand over the curve of her back.

“...fuh...”

“Close your eyes and rest... I will guard your sleep husband...”

“... Ewelina...” — He sighed, mesmerized by the scent of her fur to which he cuddled. Purring to it as he slowly fell asleep like he never could. — “grmm... Fatædi...”

“... yes...”

“..... Fatædi...”

“... yes, husband...”

“..... love you...”

An overwhelming shudder traversed her everything stronger the more she listened to the sound of the spouse. Cuddling to the man’s body, moved, elated by the love she could touch so firmly in their air lulling both into dreams... A joyful tear traced her cheek, inspired by the warmth of having him near again, feeling blessed to by the wait of this day... closing her lids to relish in the company she missed every lonely night and endless day.

‘... blessed be the earth... for I can have you near and safe again, dear love...’