The tis of honeyed nights for the couple continued with days where both would go their own ways to prepare for the coming departure to the Kingdom’s Centre, Ramideos.
Tis would co when they would cross paths, often, unlike those days she yearned for the re chance to glance at him before his departure into Sortnafeigr occurred.
Once their gazes would et a malicious smirk and a timid smile would erge. And after the first ti she had planned of continuing her way without intercepting his path out of thoughtful intention, the man would purposely go to Ewelina’s side... Demanding the demonstration he growled to get the first ti.
"Where are you going, wife."
"... Today’s hunt was taken to the kitchens. Rations must be made for the coming travels. How about husband?"
"The n need training. But Kir’s pestering to fight him when he has to train the others."
"Haha. Again? Sir Kir truly likes going against your strength, husband." — Placing her hand on the man’s rolled sleeve, touching his skin with a lovely stroke, Ewelina smiled at her spouse. Honestly delighted to hear the simple matters he frowned at. To then try to reach his height aware that he was waiting for a graze on his cheek to be given. — "Your Constable is remarkable."
"Grmm... Since he can’t beat ." — Happy to feel her kiss, Aslak moved to give one back on her tender skin. Much larger than hers, for his nose wouldn’t leave until satisfied his affection.
"Hmm... Proud man, I am to leave now. They are waiting for ."
"... Alright."
His pout would be apparent, and she would smile gently, caressing his limb affectionately so his disgrunt would lessen. Yet the man would stay in place as she drifted apart, watching her steps take her further away.
"Pst! Lord. Illustrious Grace!" — Loud whispers called.
"Shut the mouth." — Glaring at those from the fortress peeking at their encounter, Aslak ordered.
"Aie~ My Lord! The Ma’am truly is nice."
"Haaa. Fucking imps." — The Archduke would roll his eyes at this point. Yet always would feel pleasant as the n learned the woman’s affection was shown only to his being.
The couple’s duties were to be managed as hast as they could during the hours’ sunlight would aid their sight. However, days would feel long at tis for the man... Hence.
*Knock Knock Knock*
A door would be knocked more than once unlike he had ordered his any servant.
"Husband? It is I, Ewelina."
"Co in."
Therefore, even before her voice would traverse the wood, Aslak’s response was ready to be said as his concentration would perk. Aware that only the one woman permitted would knock three tis to announce her presence. Welcoming her imdiately into his work stances.
"Good evening. I was told you needed to discuss the leftover preparations."
"... Yeah. We depart the day after tomorrow. What else is left?"
"Hmm... the horses have been cared for, so their condition should be ready to take the travel. Food has been prepared beforehand and the amount we are to take has already been decided..." — She comnced to inform noticing the man’s motion that took him out of his seat to stand before Ewelina. — "The won... the won also have taken from the coffers dresses pertaining to Sortnafeigr’s past Archduchess’ so both our wardrobes have already been cleaned and decided..."
The start of a play with her curls as he leaned on his vast desk gradually made her aware that her sincerity was being played with once again. Steadily lowering her volu as no attention was placed on her words to finally end his sches.
"Husband."
"Hm?"
"You did not need to know anything about the preparations."
"... I know you’ve done more than enough." — His smirk chard her imdiately, and his leg opened to move the woman so she would stand truly in front of him, between his long legs Aslak wanted to trap her in.
"!? Husband... You cannot continue to do this. I thought sothing else needed my attention..." — Stamring to his push, Ewelina blushed as his arms received her to support her balance.
"..." — Receiving no response but a nonchalant smile.
"Sigh... Husband does not care, does he?" — Seeing the indifference within a kind expression that only stared at the woman’s hand, Ewelina sighed. — "Last ti I spoke for tens of an hour only to learn you did not need to learn what was yet to be solved from the castle’s maintenance..."
"You should already know. It’s your fault, Fatædi. Now co nearer." — Again with his long legs, the woman was made to step closer. Being held by his hands so her recoil would not happen. — "... Kiss ."
"... Husband, you are being unreasonable..."
"Grmm... Kiss . I want your lips. I’m even seating to aid your height."
"! Do not tease , wicked man." — Pouting at his mischief, her hands stopped the pull of his hands drawing her nearer when it was already not posible.
The slight displeasure was shown in her troubled frown concealing the flutter it caused to observe the man’s eyes at comfortable height. Yet soon, her corners lifted in gentle smile, solely to continue talking with the fierce gaze that felt softer whenever he looked for affection.
"Husband, I have noticed... you have ceased to say ’lick’ when asking for a kiss."
"It’s licking. But Fatædi dislikes hearing it."
"It is not..."
"... Although. When I say it... your skin becos red. It’s pleasant."
"It is a dirty way to call it... that is why I dislike it. Yet how is my fluster pleasant? Husband is vicious when saying such..." — Moving her hands over his chest, the shirt of the man was traced by her fingertips that as seducing as his manliness felt while restricting Ewelina to his grasp, made Aslak’s body tense up. Anticipating the wonders she could gift. — "Is it because it causes you entertainnt?"
"... No... I don’t think that’s it."
"Hmm... Then what is it..." — Cuddling to the hand of the man that ca to take her visage, Ewelina’s eyelashes closed to relish in Aslak’s touch. Failing to notice how her blush surfacing would incite his wildness to receive the affection she kept delaying.
"! ah..."
The tug of her curls with a wide dive of his fingers was forceful enough to let her enjoy it with a soft yet excited gasp.
"That sound... That sound that usually follows... *smooch*... That’s why, Ewelina."
"hn... Don’t say it..." — Leaning to kiss the man once more, her hands finally left his chest to feel the man’s neck and purr to the affection. Saying the usual warning in these underhanded reunions. — "Solely for a mont..."
"Mhm... I know."
"hf... Mm..."
Soft grazes to feel the other’s breathing and taste would lightly resound only for them to listen. His hands would try to touch the most he could of a dressed Ewelina, while she would peek at the man at tis to sigh at herself. Dazed by the entrancing delight the spouse could easily grant her soul with these wild impulses.
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