Chapitre 12: Scene XII — Their First Night.
"...ah... Haa.. ah..n..!"
Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber.
Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather.
"a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" — The woman continued to puff in a weak voice.
She had innocently polished herself for her Spouse in this first meeting.
Aware that consumption of their marriage could emerge, Ewelina had worn delicate gowns meant for the man to admire and take away in their tangling. She had nourished her healthy spirals of hair to feel silky and mild if he was to touch it... As well as soaked in sweet fragrances, so her dainty body conveyed its virtue when held by her Partner.
Nonetheless, Ewelina had no other way to anticipate the current situation she was experiencing.
'haa... How come at this time... nh!... My memories have come back..?' — "huf-..! nm...~!"
The woman's past lives surfaced as fast glimpses in the middle of the first intimacy with her Groom. Causing shock to disturb her drowsy state as the man behind her continued to plunge himself inside her untouched nooks.
"..!!" — Her slim body twinged at his relentless reach, causing her eyes to lose focus of her confusion. And so...
'ungh!... This man...!' — She deeply glared at the shadow of him holding her. Invoking the reminiscence of what led them into their current heat.
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Sensual blush was decorating Ewelina's thinly covered shoulders, as she waited in the room she was meant to meet him.
'... How long until he arrives...?'
She anxiously thought, fiddling with her thin gown. Seating on the edge of the wide mattress they were to spend their night on.
Ewelina observed the luxurious chamber timidly. Unsure of what was permitted for her to do in a place she had never visited while she lingered for the Archduke's return.
Few candles were illuminating the space, clearly on purpose to set the ambience lovers craved in a meeting.
"...fuh..." — She exhaled, trying to calm down as she noticed that even the sheets used in the shared mattress... Were of a shade that promised to the woman to rest in those soft layers that no shame was to be felt the following morning... as the traces resulting from the couple's endeavours would mesh inappreciable to the eye.
'... Mother... Aid me to be brave as I deal with any hardship that may arise... Please... Make my Spouse distinct to what I fear...'
Heartfully, Ewelina requested the long-gone spirit of her mother... Right before the door opposite to the one she crossed to get there from her privacy, opened with a dry sound... Summoning her attention to welcome the man that finally came to meet her.
"..."
In the stillness, their eyes met. Discovering the man's intense gaze, flickering their ocher shade that conveyed a fierce spirit.
"...!"
It was the man's gaze that went down to watch her appearance before closing the door he crossed that eventually rushed The Wife that stared to avert her hues. For she had realised her gape was taking much leisure admiring the fine man's dangerous presence.
Ewelina nervously tightened her lips in light shame at the vigil. Biting her lower lip to find the courage to finally stand from the mattress and greet the male properly.
"... Gulp..." — She prepared to speak, bashfully covering herself with thin limbs. — "... Greetings... Illustrious Grace."
"..."
His silence enhanced her concern, for he was busy taking his leathery gloves and cloak off, throwing them in a near seat to now stand in the humble blouse covering his wide frame in wait to hear more of what she had to say.
"... M–My name is..."
"I know your name, Woman. You are Orteu's child. Ewelina Orteu... Myrkzver, currently."
"..."
"..... Am I in need to inform you my name?" — He then inquired at her silence as he filled his glass with the prepared winery juice.
"N–no... I am aware of Husband's name..."
"..."
The man glanced at the nervous woman as he gulped the numbing liquid. And waited after finishing it, to hear what he demanded should follow from her mouth.
".... H-Husband's name... Is Aslak... Aslak Ingvar Myrkzver... whose Surname I now gratefully share..." — His intent stare made her hesitate. Yet the name softly left her edges, awkwardly as she did not dare to lift her eyes to meet his, for she had never said the man's name aloud.
"..."
Tense silence continued to invade their ambience until the sound of the empty cup being abruptly placed on the near table made her flinch while the calm steps of the corpulent man made their way to her side.
Her breathing was loud for herself. Heightening Ewelina's senses as the Archduke came to stand before her.
"..."
Cautious, her lids lifted to face him. Feeling lost once more at the clear view she had of his features.
Black hair of straight essence with brows as fierce as his gaze, along clean lines making up his nose just as virile as his jawline. His every feature almost put into doubt the barbaric genes her Spouse was meant to carry in his bloodline.
The man observed the woman from his height. Leading Ewelina's eyes to also lower following the path his own stares took to watch the daring garments she flaunted.
"... We are meant to seal our marriage tonight." — Abruptly, the man stated.
"!?!" — Ewelina blushed at the straightforward announcement of the deep voice, which came along with the curious play of his fingers with the curly loose hair of the woman.
"... Are you willing to do so? Wife."
Coldly, the query was asked. Inducing a tense aflutter of a shiver through her pure body.
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