cresent;

 she loved the sea. she liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well

[scviet-blog]

it’s been so long since he’d had this sort of encounter with anyone. he honored their pact, their commitment to one another, it was about time he received a prize for coming so far and abstaining from any sexual intercourse. “true enough.” they weren’t breaking any rules or their pact. so in a way this was very much okay. her body heated up at his touch and he could hear her heartbeat through the silence of his room. every single detail played a part on how illya wanted to devour her entirely, until she was just a moaning trembling mess in his arms. he dipped his head between her legs once more, only violently pulled up at the sound of the door opening. “your highness they are wai—“ the man choked on his words as he realized the prince was in a rather promiscuous angle, delved between his wife-to-be’s legs. his face grew red as a tomato as he quickly spun around, coughing. “i apologize for intruding your highness, but your parents and also princess lorena’s parents have been waiting impatiently at the council room.” the man exited as fast as he could, right after he delivered the message. illya sighed, he could never get a break. he pulled himself up. “duty calls—are you okay?”

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lorena couldn't pin point when was the last time she had slept with a person. all she knew that it was even before she had made the pact with her husband to be. sure she went out with a lot of males but none satisfied with.   it was about of time she had somebody who had the ability to do so.  the princess had enough of abstaining herself from any sexual intercourse; if anything she wanted to feel his touch and pleasure him in return.  after all he deserved it; especially if he had managed to honor their commitment.  lorena was consumed by desire all she could think of was him; the man who was very near of her sex. she desperately craved for his touch and was ready to let everything go but of course what came next truly killed her mood. once she heard the door open she tried her hardest to cover herself up with illyas silk sheets and hide her embarrassed face between her hands. “ gracias nelson; we shall be there soon” she managed to say; trying not to meet the others gaze.  once he left the room; lorena pulled herself up; nothing like this had ever happened to her. sure to her brothers but not her. she felt so embarrassed, placing a string of her hair behind her ear. “ me okay? not really... here i am horny and somebody decides to ruin the moment.” she said looking down. “ i’m sorry, i should be asking you. are you okay?” 

[scviet-blog]

matters of state were important to him as they obviously were to her, he was raised not only as a prince, but the crown prince. “aren’t we already discussing diplomacy between our countries right now?” he ran a hand up her hair, gently tugging at the roots as he enclosed his free arm around her tiny waist. he looked at her, for a moment taking her in, how defeated she looked for someone who never once gave up. he twists his body, pining her body down on the bed. “you want to make sure they make the best and appropriate decision? that’s rich coming from a princess who clearly isn’t making the best nor most appropriate decision right now.” he chuckles, running a hand from her chest down to her stomach. with his hands on her knees, he spreads her legs easily, placing soft kisses every time he inched closer to her inner thigh. he pops his head up to give her a smirk. “still want to go the meeting? because i’m pretty sure my mouth can persuade you not to.”

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despite not being the crown princess of her powerful nation her mother and father made sure lorena was skilled in matters of state. after all she took after her mother, wise, cunning, beautiful and skilled in diplomacy. “ i wouldn't call this diplomacy romanov; if anything we are clearly getting to know each other bodies”  she expressed with a hint of confidence in her tone. she couldn't help but ran her fingers across his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. lorena wasn’t a shame of showing her defeat;  if anything she was willing to let go of such control. she let out a gasp of their sudden change of position.  “ looks who's talking; if anything neither of us are doing the correct thing but who said this isn’t the best and appropriate decision for both of us”  she mentioned; looking down at illya. the sight of him between her legs made her loose her breath. his soft kisses were driven her insane. the princess couldn't help but close her eyes and let herself be consumed by it all. “ besides you want me as much as i want you right now” she pointed out; running one of her free hands threw her hair. “no, i don't want to go.... no quiro” for the first time she let her desires take over her judgment and if anything she didn’t care she had crossed a line. 

[aristocraticxc-blog]

scviet:

he continued to nibble on the spot that made her go weak in his arms. hearing her moan was such a sweet symphony to hear, it made him crave her even more. though he wanted more than a melodic moan, he wanted her begging and pleading, but most of all he wanted her to scream and cry out his name until she ran out of that sweet voice. his hands continued to undress her slowly and gently, ever little inch of her skin that he exposed send a wave of boyish excitement in his bloodstream. “wouldn’t you be rather doing me than attend some stupid council meeting?” he made her straddle him, pulling her close to seal in whatever space hindering them from even more physical contact. he was desperate to feel any kind of friction between them. “they won’t miss us that much, don’t worry. they keep us there for appearances. besides, didn’t they tell us to get familiar with each other?” he smirked against her skin, making a trail of pretty pink bruises on her neck and heading down south. it was absolutely bewildering how they came from arguing to a soft moment to this. it definitely was a rowdy morning for illya, but if mornings with rena were like this everyday, he wouldn’t mind being shackled in marriage.

she let him pace the occasion and in the process she was loosing herself control. power and control where two things she hold on dearly however she was slowly loosing its grip. in a few minutes she was a moaning mess; lorena wanted more than he was currently giving. she craved for his touch and be touched in that right places. control was out of her hands.  at some point she had closed her eyes and she reminded herself to open them; she  saw him watching her and his eyes where filled with lust.  “maybe... however this council meeting is quite important, we are talking about diplomacy between our both countries.” rena  was now straddling him and she was being careful; her once tied long and wavy hair was now loose and it cascaded down her back. “they will notice our absence and decisions will be made today; if anything i wan’t to make sure they will make the best and appropriate ones..” she couldn't help but bit down her lower lip he clearly knew how to benefit from a situation. “ yet you do have a point..” he was skilled at getting her undress and it didn’t seem fair that she was the only in such position. as he continued down south, rena reached out for the ties along his waist which secured the rob and quickly undid them; pushing the rob down from his shoulders.  she craved physical contact between the two.. lorena knew there was no turning back after she cross a certain line.  part of her wanted to please him equally as much he was pleasing her.  the latina couldn't help but picture how their marriage would be if they would always end up like this. the princess wouldn’t complain; if anything she was looking forward for it now. 

[nephilimdaily]

(x)

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scviet:

for someone as hard to get as lorena, it was rather easy to melt with her. there were only very few kisses illya could remember, the rest was just a collection of hazy eyes and blurry faces. one of them was a kiss he shared with the nurse that was designated to him in his time at one of the hospitals in france. this kiss oddly reminded of it, the familiarity of it made goosebumps run through his skin. he didn’t know if it was the vodka running down his system that made the temperature rise around the room or was the culprit the feverish touches as he pulled her into his lap. his fingers dug into her dress, pulling the ties of her corset off with a startling sense of expertise, as if he’s done this a hundred times over—which he probably has. while his lips travelled from her lips and down to her neck, biting, sucking, kissing, purely on a quest to locate the spot that would make her putty in his hands. “we probably shouldn’t do this huh?” he pulls back for a second, looking at her, asking for permission without it being said, just solid eye contact. “we do have a council meeting to get to in a few minutes.” despite his words, he had already successfully and singlehandedly unlaced her corset.

those lips met hers and rena’s world exploded into shards of molten light. before she could withdraw her mind from its far places, his arms were around her waist and before she knew it she was on his lap.  illya’s touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made lorena whole body tremble. lorena was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. must he be so perfect? the raven haired splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there.no man had ever accomplished such reaction out of her and she constantly reminded herself that it was the vodka; he had chugged down a few minutes before. as he slowly broke the kiss and slowly made it to her neck, biting, sucking, kissing, purely on a quest to locate her sweet spot lorena tilted her head granting him more access.  she was lost for words and once he found her secret spot lorena was a goner. a moan escape from her lips and she bit her lower lip for it.  the princess was amazed at how one touch of his lips could hitch her breath.  “we definitely shouldn't be doing this...” she pointed out as she was slightly amazed with his ability of taking her corset off with so much ease.  but she was trying to think straight; matters of state with out a doubt important but this... was very distracting. “ my judgment is pretty clear; we can’t miss it.... unless if you can convince me otherwise.”

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scviet:

“i appreciate it, but am i not equally handsome as you are beautiful? you really do know how to wound me lorena.” he chuckles, purely amused by her. it was truly a rare moment for the both of them. if he could capture that very small, but nonetheless, genuine smile of hers in film, he’d treasure that piece of history, for she really was beautiful and it was such a shame he frequently made her frown. “god, you’re really beautiful.” he sighed, biting down on his lip. if they were properly introduced and was given enough time to actually get to know one another—and not in an attempt to appease each other’s respective country—maybe, just maybe, he thought, he could actually fall in love with her. “i hope you don’t mind if i—“ he leaned down, tilting her chin up with a finger to make their lips meet in one swift motion. he has been curious for a while now, about how her lips would taste against his and not just when they had to do the occasional for show pecks they were obligated to do in the public eye.

“i’m not pretty, nor beautiful i am as radiant as the sun”  she pointed out looking down for a brief moment. those words triggered one of her forgotten memories of her time as a nurse doing the war; all lorena remembered was snippets of saying those exact words to a male soldier once. she had managed to keep those memories locked and hidden.  however she made sure to look up once again. “besides you don’t need me to confess that you are handsome; especially if you know it already” she laughed lightly; it had been a long time since the raven haired woman felt so at ease.  all that rage she had a few minutes ago was entirely out of her system and somewhat slightly forgotten. lorena cherished moments like this one; where she had the chance to see the real side of him. it was rare but rena gladly took any opportunity given.  most of the time she could never reach him or get near him. he was like the moon a part of him was always hidden ... but maybe things were bound to change.  “god, no... i think this is the vodka talking”. she tried playing off casually. the young woman felt so nervous all of the sudden. it made her self-conscious and as usual she started questioning everything. she bit down on her lower lip once he said those words - her heart skipping a beat once or twice; lorena doesn't recall when their lips touched but before she couldn't stop herself she was reciprocating the kiss.  it wasn’t desperate nor reckless but rather slow, warm and simple - something she hadn’t experienced in awhile. 

[aristocraticxc-blog]

scviet:

❛   —  then i guess this relationship will never work, huh, princess  ?   ❜   as soon as the words left his lips, he regrets it instantly.   as much as he looked like he could care less about how this whole ordeal would work out, he really did.   as future tsar, he had a country to take care of  &  this was part of it.   finding security for his country to thrive, marrying the ideal image of a proper princess, an ally if he played his cards right.

he lets out a deep sigh.   ❛   is it really that hard to believe that i could be loyal  &  faithful to you  ?   ❜   he walked over to reach for her face, grabbing it gently.   ❛   whatever the papers are saying, whatever the ladies of the court are gossiping about, they are false.   we made a pact rena  &  i don’t intend on breaking that any time soon.   ❜   he looks directly into her eyes, sincerity in his voice.   ❛   i have the kindest, fiercest, smartest woman here with me, i’d be a huge idiot to look any other way.   ❜   he leans down to place a kiss on her forehead gently.

“then i guess so..”  lorena wasn’t giving up but sometimes one had to pick their battles and this one was hopeless one.  she cursed at the heavens and hell for placing her in such position. the raven haired girl was more than a political pawn and if anything she deserved a little bit of humanity. the reason she didn’t call this off was due to her people request. they meant the entire world and if she had to sacrifice her freedom for her; she will gladly do it. if one thing she wasn’t looking forward was to be locked away in a loveless marriage. she had at least crave an equal partnership and potential friendship however that seemed so our of reach with the romanov.  lorena felt sorry for what ever illya endured and made him such way. 

she still couldn't find the right words to say. “no, if anything that should be a rhetorical question.” she confessed, feeling such terrible weight of her shoulders.  the raven haired girl looked up to meet the russians gaze. it might be the first time he ever showed such gentleness towards her and she appreciated it. again lost for words; something that lorena never really encountered. “vale, if anything i won’t let anybody else cloud my judgment again” she stated trustfully, promising to herself to believe in their pact.  a small smile formed in lorena's face and she tried her hardest to believe those words where true. “ you are being to kind but thank you; don’t caught yourself short. you are equally smart and fierce.”

[undomielle]

moodboard for plant lovers❁

[wnq-writers]

And she was truly a puzzle, but God forgive anyone who mistook her for a game.

Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)

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scviet:

❛   people like me  —  like us  —  royalty are not equal to ordinary men.   we are divine, we have been chosen by the gods above to rule upon mere people.   ❜   illya did not believe in all this ethereal beliefs, it was a load of bullshit to him.   but hey, doesn’t mean he can’t use it as an excuse to justify his behaviour.   which he abused rather frequently.   ❛   the sooner you learn to accept that fact, the better this relationship will get.   ❜ 

he grabbed a robe on the side of his bed.    slipping his arms in the respective holes and wrapping the ties along his waist, to secure the robe.    he got up from his bed and almost magnetically gravitated towards a bottle of vodka.    ❛   i’m not asking a complicated question, princess.   i’m asking whether you believe them or not.   ❛   whether you believe me or not, he thought.   ❛   you see, what’s the use of being honest to you if you don’t believe me  ?   it’s like empty words.   completely useless.   ❜    he turned his back on her and chugged down on the bottle.

“ you are no better, i’m no better, we aren’t chosen by the gods and not even blessed; if anything we are people who have luxurious lives and live quite comfortably while the rests struggle.” she corrected the other with out a second thought. illya knew how to get under her skin and it was exhausting. part of her wanted to believe that he truly didn’t believe in what he just stated. “never, i will not bow down to a man, prince or future tsar. once you learn i’’m your equal this relationship might work”

lorena made sure not to stare at his naked chest; she even granted him privacy. disappointment; was the word that came t mind when she saw him gabby the bottle of vodka. “my answer isn’t complicated to understand, romanov. i wan’t to believe you - especially in our agreement.  becouse i have put my entire pride and self on the line for you. i haven't slept nor gone out with another man since our arrangement or understanding was made.if anything i actually believe you” she said quite honestly sitting on his bed. “however you have the tendency to stray.. and i’m not blind; i know how you look at the others.” this wasn’t easy for her to admit. yet she had insecurities. 

[philomaela]

Costume Appreciation: Princess Margaret (The Crown)

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scviet:

the russian prince listened to her as she spoke. there really was nothing new to the news she was relaying to him.     he has heard it all before and they weren’t all completely lies.   yes, illya was a notorious womanizer.   what can he say  ?  he loved women.   ❛   well that’s not really anything new, don’t you think so  ?   ❜    and the thing that really got him going   —   the thing he looked forward to most as soon as he wakes up  —  was ticking off lorena.   one could even say it was his source of amusement.   the next thing he felt was a stinging sensation burning his cheek.     other’s would expect him to be searing with anger, but no, this was illya we’re talking about, he thrived on violence, he found it exhilarating  —  and he wasn’t going to lie it turned him on a little.   before she could set her hand down, illya grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him with very little force.   ❛   oh, i am eternally grateful. though, you constantly forget the fact that i’m not just any man, i’m a prince — a crown prince — you’re betrothed to, whether we both like it or not. so suck it up princess.   ❜

he let her wrist go and she began to speak again.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging them gently. “ and you seriously believe all these allegations ? “ he sighs, closing his eyes for, trying to get all the frustration and anger in him out of his system.

the mexican princess was consumed with anger and she was ready to cause havoc.  she hated this side of her; it blinded lorena and it never lead to anything good. “ unavailable.” she stated rolling her eyes at his words.  each word that came out oh his mouth made her blood boil;   it was sadistic the way illya enjoyed taunting her. lorena knew his routine and it most occasions she would look the other way or even walk away from him but clearly not today. the way he grabbed her hand; surprised the young royal. she listened to his words and se badly disagreed with his statement. “suck it up princess? really that’s all you got.  crown prince or not; you are just a man and a pathetic one to say the least.  lets get one thing clear - we are both equals, we are both monarchs and we are both humans. titles mean nothing if you can’t uphold the job. which clearly you can't if you are betrothed to me; mexicos down to earth princess”. she spoke softly; or at least tried. “this arrangement goes both ways, we both bennefit from it”

with her other hand she quickly checked her wrist. she wouldn't admit it but in that moment she was somewhat turned on.  it was such a rush. 

lorena kept her distance, not wanting to give him he right to anything. “ i don’t know what to believe anymore... i just know what i saw.” she took a deep breath before adding “be honest with me. that’s all I ask”. 

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scviet:

the harsh rays of the sun hit illya’s face like a slap.   ❛   jesus fuck !   ❜   he yelled in irritation. he should’ve known that lorena would not stand for such behaviour, but a man could wish, could he not  ?  he sat up on his bed, bare back pressed against the cold head board, hazily looking up to the heavenly image of his betrothed, though her eyes screamed hell was out to get him this morning.   ❛   what did i do now  ?  did i mispronounce chorizo again  ?  jesus.   ❜   he reached over his night stand for a glass of water, though he’d prefer a glass of vodka despite already having a god forbid headache.   ❛   exactly the plan  !  all this time i’ve been dreaming about you showing up in here.    just like this — preferably less angry and more provocatively, less clothing too, if i daresay in front of her royal highness.   ❛   he mocks, voice dripping with so much sarcasm lorena might have to build a dam.   ❛   though, beggars can’t be choosers, i suppose.   ❜   he shrugs his shoulders loosely.

before he takes another gulp from his glass. the princess says something that shouldn’t be a surprise, yet there he was shocked.   ❛  who  ?  who  ?  sleeping with who ?  ❜ he raises a brow as he sets his glass back down on his table.

“lenguaje”  lorena spoke in her mother tongue, foul language was not tolerated at the salazar household however that didn't mean they don’t use it. being raised by a strong woman and a somewhat feminist father lorena grew to be outspoken and confident; not to mention they always taught the young royal that respect was important and that no man could control her. she was no puppet nor a common woman. “this time you actually pronounce it right. but no; apparently you been making it pretty clear to the public about your lothsarios ways” she explained, making reference to the newspaper she had thrown at him. “i’m sure that could have been arranged if you had played your cards right. pero que pena; su alteza.” she played his game and was making sure - he wouldn't get bored of her. she walked closer to the male; who sat their all tall and broad. his last comments really did get to her and before she knew it; she had slapped the male. her hand hurt but she was not going to cry or show any other sign of pain. “ men like you don’t get to insult woman  like me. you get to be eternally grateful.” 

“ lets start with the actress you were last night spotted with anna gabriela martinez hodgson” she stated but she didn't stop there. “ or the model natalia amil or even the  famous courtesan tatiana monroe.” for the first time in a long time she felt vulnerable. all of this reminded her of that one person who hurt her. “i get it; i’m not the person you wish to be betrothed with but you could at least hold up tp your stupid pack.”

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scviet:

mexico was a wonderful country, filled to the brim with culture, great food, beautiful women, courageous men and a colorful scenery.   when you tie it up all together it seemed like such a paradise compared to the frigid hell hole he calls home.   it was only inevitable that the prince was to venture round the place. after all, it would be such a waste to be in court all day. while it wasn’t drab or tedious being inside, illya just wasn’t a stay at home person, he liked to go out and feel the wind blow pass his hair.

though, he does have to say he enjoyed the mexican night scene even more than he enjoyed the day.   he would drink and stay out until the sun rises, just in time to go back to court and get ready for breakfast.   even enough time to spare for a good sleep.

and he did it almost everyday, with precision.

yet, this time he slept through the mid morning, skipping breakfast entirely and heading straight to his room.   he was snuggly cuddled up into his bed before someone barged through his door spouting nonsense.   that voice belonged to only one person.   ❛   did i not specifically tell the goddamn staff to not let anyone in my room or has everyone decided to go deaf in this place  ?   ❜   his voice deeper than usual, groggily rubbing his eyes, rolling to his side to lie on his back.   massaging the headache that was currently making a home of his head.    ❛   save me the scolding for later,will you, darling  ?  because all i’m hearing now is a series of white noise and i’d rather sleep it out.   ❜   he plants his face in a pillow.   ❛   do mind to close the door on your way out.   ❜   he says finally.

if the russian wanted to act like a brat and child then lorena was not going to make this easy on him. “ i shall remind you that you our our guest, so please show some manners and just so you know the staff truly only respond to me.” she stated quite firmly as lore walked to where the windows and quickly opening the curtains without any remorse- letting in the bright light shine the room. “ no i won’t, my love. we had an agreement, an understanding and you; such a self righteous man broke it. i wish to discuss it now. besides i got meetings and events to attend today; which I'm sure i’ll be asked about your ways. ”  lorena was so angry that she wasn’t even looking or admiring his good looks. she chuckles out of disbelief; especially since she does not enjoy being humiliated nor disrespected. “romanov, their is no way in hell where i will be the one following your commands. if you want me out of your room; might as well do it yourself.”. 

she commented walking closer to his bed. “now once again. are you sleeping with her too?” the princess bit down her lower lip, she knew the answer however she wanted to hear it from him. “i wouldn’t be surprised, she is your type. but what angers me most if that you have the audacity to humiliate me.”

[aristocraticxc-blog]

everything was still fairly new to lorena; the war had ended a few years ago and   she resumed her true identity. the brunette left her days as a nurse behind to embrace her new role; princess of mexico. she thought everything would go back to normal; the princes was going to be finally reunited with her siblings and her parents. however the war had brought sorrow to their family; her oldest brother  the crown prince of mexico was killed in an air raid by the germans while he was stationed in scotland.  the nation felt the loss and so did they; becouse of this everybody wondered what would happen to the rest. her oldest sister catalina was named crown princess and her mother made sure that each and one of her children was betrothed to the most power families around the world. 

despite how hard lorena tried to refute her mother wishes; she was betrothed to the russian crown prince. her father, the king agreed to his wife wishes and it was a mutual agreement - the crown prince needed a down to earth princess who was loved by the the people and the media. lorena elise sarai salazar fit the profile and so the match was made. after all she was the pride and joy of her entire family; especially her fathers.  the media had a filled day; when the engagement was announced. this two royals played out their supposed romance quite well but behind doors it was a living hell. however lorena couldn't understand her feelings when it came to him; one moment she was hating him and the next she was finding herself infatuated by everything he would do.  it reminded her somebody she had met in her past however it was such a long time ago. 

recently the media had been starting up some drama; the entire mexican royal staff was trying to contained it. the tabloids where publish articles about lilya and his many nights out. headlines were accusing the prince of infidelity.  the staff new if the royals found out havoc would reign.  however the king and queen were on a royal tour; her brothers were off following their lessons and the girls where were having breakfast before each one of them left and followed their set up schedules. as they enjoyed their meals the newspaper were brought in just like always. catalina would always be the first one to read them, while their youngest sibling and sister cecilia opted to read a novel. lorena was intrigue with her youngest sibling- she felt like she missed so much and vowed to repair that lost time. “oh dear....” catalina spoke up and lorena couldn't help but be concerned. “ lina, what’s wrong?” she asked; looking at the oldest and head of the family. “ hermana, you might not want to read the papers today” it sounded more like an order than a suggestion. lorena being defiant she grabbed the newspaper from her sisters hands and read the headlines. anger, confusion and maybe heartache where the emotions she was feeling all at once. cecilia looked up from her novel. “ is everything alright?” but before lorena could answer she was already walking away form the dining hall and making her way to illyas rooms. 

she knew it. she bloody knew it. it was no surprise, he was a well known lothario and he countlessly sleeping with courtesans and with models. here she was thinking that after their one conversation about being true to one another both would stop fooling around. she barged to his room announced and she had no cares in the world what he thought about her in that moment. “ i can’t believe this.. better yet i should of known better” she said throwing the newspaper at his directions. the photo being quite compromising one. "are you screwing her too?" 

[izzylightwoodsource]

I’m the violence in the pouring rain I’m a hurricane

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scviet:

a nightmare and a dream at the same time. this is what was happening. a dream to have been joined once again with the man she loved; a nightmare that they had to meet under these circumstances. she wished this was all a dream, she wished it with all her heart. somebody pinch her and wake her up already. she wanted to wake up next to illya, in his arms. but that wasn’t reality. this was. a cruel and unforgiving one. nadya hoped with all her heart that maybe their future lives will be sung on a happier note than this one. the possibility of a happy ending with illya in another life was everything that sustained her unwavering feelings toward the russian prince.

she quickly pulled away her hand from his, cleared her throat, wiping away her tears, willing them back into her ducts if that were even possible. wiped away everything that may seem suspicious to the sound of familiar footsteps coming towards illya’s corner.

❝ you’re french is getting good. i’m a little jealous. ❞ nadya managed to put up a smile on her face, even playfully teasing the mexican. she was beyond thankful she had a friend she could always count on. ❝ black coffee, no sugar, no milk. perfect ! ❞ she blew on the pipping hot liquid before answering her inquiries. ❝ i kind of am, lyubov is really energetic these days, must be the neighbors constantly feeding her those cookies. ❞ she laughed. if anything could put a smile on nadya’s face it was her child, their child, she glanced at illya for a quick second. ❝ i was assigned to him. ❞ she wiggled her eyebrows. ❝ congratulations ! you’ve just got yourself a date with an unconscious russian soldier ! ❞ she winked at rena, hurriedly grabbing her things. ❝ it’s only fitting you take care of him, since you did save his life and lyubov is waiting for me back at home. you know how needy that child gets. ❞ she drawled out, exaggerating. steps rushed as she headed for the door. ❝ good luck ! ❞

she jets out… runs as far as she could. her lungs breathing in so little air and exhaling so much, she was burning up. but this was better than seeing illya. better than the heartbreak she’ll get, because that pain… it was beyond unbearable and she suffers with it still to this day.

( illya’s pov ) a few hours later…

the sound of air raids, bullets coming out of nowhere, the scent of iron brutally invading their nostrils and the cries of help. they flashed so quickly illya couldn’t keep up. he wanted to move, but he couldn’t. it was as if his body was locked in place. this is a dream, this is a dream. he willed himself to wake up. wake up illya this is a dream. it’s over.

he woke up. sweat dripping from his face, his mind a mudded mess. jumping straight up to sit on a bed. it was a weird sensation how comfortable it was, he hadn’t had a decent mattress to sleep on since he joined the war. the next thing he saw was a girl before him, a very ethereal looking girl. he wondered if he really did die and go to heaven. is this what an angel looks like ? 

❝ w—where am i ? who are you and what am i doing here ? ❞ his russian language rolled off his tongue with ease. 

“ merci vou cu, nadya.  my mother would kill me if i don’t practice it to perfection. she believes that one day ill be a very good diplomat” lorena rambled as she took a sip from her coffee. the queen of mexico always did wanted her children to succeed thats why she asked for excellence.  “it at this rate i officially know you by your choice of coffee.” she expressed and looked at the male figure, laying there looking peacefully. part of her was thankful thatch had gotten the chance to save him; every man deserved a second chance and he was no different. “my dear should get some rest; maybe i can help you out with iyubov. of course only if you don’t mind. i believe you don’t always have to do things by yourself-ill be more than happy to help you out. besides she is so precious and sweet, you certainly don’t find kids like that everyday ”  lorena expressed with complete honesty; the princess admired the other. she had never met a person who could balance her work life and a child’s.  however she noticed the others sudden reaction and before lorena could question everything, nada was already grabbing her things. “no no no, don’t do this to me.” rena shakes her head as she was handed his medical file. “this is not funny! one i don’t know russian and two just because i saved him doesn’t mean i should be his nurse!” the mexican expressed quite honestly; quite anxious all of the sudden. so many questions yet so little time to ask. nada was already far away to even hear lorena say. “ you owe me one! you owe me big time” she silenced herself  remembering she worked at a hospital unit. 

hours passed; and lorena was constantly checking in on the russian soldier to see if there was any progress. the princess wanted to make sure everything was okay with him. if a sense the girl felt responsible since nobody had yet reported him missing or somebody from his unit had come along. doctors came to check on the soldier and cleared him from having any post risks. they once again congratulated on the nineteen year old nurse and lorena felt pride. it was 5: 30 pm and most nurses and doctors were leaving. as she sat down next to the soldier the girl wondered many things about him. what was his name? where was his family? why did he join the force? and most importantly did he recall who he is?

lorena elise was half way threw a novel when the other worked up suddenly. she quickly got up, placed the book on the chair and walked towards the male. she was captivated by his clear ocean blue eyes and the girl was probably a mess. she quickly realized he was speaking in russian and unfortunately she wasn’t skilled in it.  her other option was spanish however she was certain he wouldn't understand so english it was. “hello my name is elise sarai, i’m a nurse here at british convalescent & rehabilitation system in paris. you were hurt and its a miracle that you are a live”