The women in the court could be cruel. Mostly to Catherine since she arrived, but occasionally they’d turn their attentions back to you; making snide comments about how you didn’t quite fit in to their group, or how your choices of gown were limited due to the amount of time it would take to make you one simply because you were little larger than most of them. You didn’t take much notice of them in all honesty because not only did you have a man who completely worshipped your body, but a few other admirers of it as well, including Peter… unfortunately.
“Peter has summoned us,” Grigor says quietly as he joins you at the window in the main hallway.
Your breath fogs up the glass and you draw an unhappy face in the cloud of white before turning to him and pouting exaggeratedly much to his amusement.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he smiles.
“How?”
“I can’t possibly reveal such things.”
“Grigor,” you whine as you slide your hands up his coat, “please.”
He rolls his eyes at your needy whine that he is powerless to resist but before he can divulge the dirty details of exactly how he’d make it up to you Peter is suddenly at your side with a ridiculous grin on his face as he stares down at your ample bosom before looking up at the window.
“Hello! Oh! Someone’s drawn a face on the window… ha! How odd. Right, come on you two, I need your help.”
He pushes his way between your bodies and links his arms through yours as he marches you both to his dining room where a glorious spread is awaiting you. This was certainly one of the few advantages to being so close to Peter; you had access to the finest food, drink, and fabrics available to him and it was worth the ogling and leering. Peter would encourage you to relax when in his and Grigor’s company such as letting your hair down, loosening your dress, kicking off your shoes… You knew what he was after, as did Grigor, and you let Peter have his eye full of your curvy figure but never anything more, and it seemed to satisfy his lust for you quite well, as well as having quite the effect on your husband who was eager to remind you who you belonged to as soon as you returned to your apartment.
“(Y/N), I insist, as your Emperor, that you forgo any formalities and simply act as if you were in your own sitting room,” Peter smiles as he takes his seat at the head of the table.
You look over at Grigor and give him a wink, “but Peter, if I were to do that I would be sat in Grigor’s lap warming his length inside of me.”
“What a wonderful thought!” Peter exclaims.
Grigor looks up from his food with a confused frown before directing his bemusement towards his friend, and Peter quickly shakes his head at him.
“Not with you, obviously,” he scoffs, “with me! Grigor, tell me what it’s like watching those breasts bounce in front of you when she’s on top.”
“Oh, well, it’s...” he drops his fork and lifts his hands up as if grabbing onto your chest, “it’s absolutely glorious. I mean, there they are, so full and round…” his fingers flex to signify a squeezing motion, “I’m hard just thinking about it to be honest.”
“As am I!” Peter agrees, shifting around in his seat.
You didn’t mind the men chatting like this, you were used to it, and Grigor only indulged Peter’s fantasies because he knew it would keep him from making a move on you, as it could be detrimental to you both if you were to refuse him. Your eyes stay transfixed on your husband as he smiles shyly across the table at you and you have to fight every muscle in your body to stay seated and not walk around to be with him. Grigor talks to Peter but all you can hear is his side of the conversation as you watch his lips move and his hands gesticulate along with his words while his gaze returns to yours for a split second every so often. You were obsessed with the man, completely and utterly consumed by him, and whenever you were with him it was as if the rest of the world didn’t even exist; it was just the two of you in your own little universe.
“Grigor, I’m suddenly feeling very unwell,” you gasp, bringing your hand up to your chest as you feign illness, “may we go back to the apartment?”
“Of course!” Grigor nods, pushing his chair out and making his way to your side of the table.
“Oh, I do hope you feel better soon,” Peter frowns with concern as he watches Grigor help you to your feet, “do let me know if you need anything.”
“We will, thank you,” Grigor replies as you head towards the door.
It’s not long until you’re back in the privacy of your own domain and you drop the act as soon as you’re through the door; pulling loose the lacing of your dress and letting it fall to the floor as you stand there looking at your husband with a devilish smile on your lips.
“You were pretending?” he laughs.
“I want you,” you exhale softly, “I want you so much.”
Grigor takes a sharp inhale of breath as you allow part of your slip dress to fall from your shoulder, pulling the neckline down and teasing him with a glimpse of your soft skin. He falters as he opens his mouth to speak but is unable to form any words, let alone a sentence, but then he blinks twice in quick succession and finally engages his brain.
“Sit on my face,” he says softly.
“What?!” you question, hoping you heard him right.
“I want to lay down on the bed then have you lower yourself right onto my face,” he explains slowly as your mouth falls open at the prospect.
“Grigor, I-”
“I want to feel your swollen lips on my mouth, your supple backside resting on my chest, your thighs tensing around me as you soak my tongue with your arousal.”
Your mind fails you so a light whimper escapes from your lips instead of anything coherent and you almost rip your undergarments from your body as Grigor swiftly undresses and assumes his position on your shared bed. His words made you dizzy with lust and you slowly crawl up the bed beside him as he licks his lips in anticipation; those inviting pink lips that you can’t resist kissing before you straddle his upper body in preparation. His hands guide your legs forwards until all he can see when he looks up are your glistening folds hovering above him, then he slides his arms around your thighs and pulls you down to his already open mouth. Your hands reach out for the top of the headboard as you let out an almighty moan at the feel of Grigor lapping lengths of your slit over and over again before slipping his tongue inside you and sucking along your folds until he reaches your sensitive nub; it was overwhelming.
“Grigor,” you whine, “oh my god, Grigor!”
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel yourself tensing up as his mouth eats you like it was his last meal, and you look past your stomach to see him with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it almost as much as you were. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs when you try and lift yourself when the sensation becomes too much and he keeps you held tightly in place as your whimpers and pants become faster and more desperate.
“I can’t… I’m going to…” a screech follows your stuttered words as your muscles release before they begin to pulsate vigorously while Grigor continues to swirl his tongue around, and you soon realise that he has no intention of letting you go yet.
His teeth graze along your enlarged lips making you shiver above him, then he begins to lavish relentless attention on your stiff button that’s now white hot with pleasurable pain, and you’re very vocal with each movement his tongue makes; alternating circling motions with pressing against it with varying pressures. Your hands are gripping the headboard so tightly now that you’re sure they’re about tear a chunk of it off while you pant Grigor’s name as another climax builds quickly. Sweat is beading on your body by the time you orgasm again and Grigor hums happily as he delves his tongue inside your soaked walls and feels your juices coating it. When he finally releases his grip and you carefully move to sit next to him you get to see just how red and swollen his lips are, and the skin around his mouth is shining with a mix of his saliva and your arousal.
“Kiss me,” you whisper as he goes to wipe his face clean.
He smiles as he lowers his arm back down and you lean over him to press your lips to his so you can capture the sweet and salty taste that surrounds his mouth, and your tongue sweeps across his chin as your hand travels down from his neck to his stiff member that stands proud from his body.
“Grigor… can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
You lean on one elbow as you pull away from him, still stroking his length slowly and circling his tip with your thumb, “will you fuck my mouth while you spank me?”
His body twitches at your question and his eyes grow wide.
“Ye… Yes (Y/N),” he nods.
You smile and bite down gently on your lower lip as you turn your body towards where your other hand is, then lift a leg over his body once more before flicking your tongue over the small pool of secretions that had already gathered at his tip and slowly parting your lips as you take him in your mouth. The sound of him whimpering at your touch sends excitement flowing through your veins and he manages to lift his hands to your thick thighs here he runs them up and down the smooth skin before lifting one hand and bringing it down with a loud slap on your arse cheek. It jolts you forward and your eyes water as his member moves to the back of your throat, then he begins to lift his hips off of the bed as you find a comfortable position to stay in, and he fucks you hard and fast as your saliva drips down his length when he sets off your gag reflex.
“You’re taking me so well,” he pants, “I’m not going to last long.”
You move your lips back a little so that your teeth graze along his pulsing veins ever so slightly, then you reach forwards to his soft sack and massage it gently which earns a loud groan from behind you, and you feel another sharp smack that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation. The breathing through your nose just about manages to keep up with the sucking you’re doing and the faster he thrusts, the faster his palms rain down on your cheeks, and then he pushes three fingers inside of you as he continues to spank you with his other hand. You hum around his cock as you begin to move your body back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, and the vibrations that run along his member only push him further to the edge until a couple of minutes later he stills inside your mouth, pushing you to the limit with how deep he is inside you, and releases his seed with a groan of your name.
“Stay where you are,” he exhales as you swallow what he gave you and lift your head from his length.
His fingers continue to pump inside you as his thumb now rubs around your overly sensitive nub, and the smacks that alternate between your cheeks leave pleasurable stings on your skin that are in such a contrast to the pleasure you’re feeling inside. You have to lean your head down on his thigh as the sensation becomes too much for you to handle, and you end up a panting mess when you climax for the third time; rolling off of his body very unceremoniously and landing in a sweaty heap. He chuckles as he looks at your exhausted frame, then kisses his way up from your thighs to your stomach pouch, then up to your breasts and finally to your lips.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers as he rubs your stomach lovingly, “you’re perfect.”
It has been a while since I've posted about Grigor or The Great. Y'all I have been busy with finals and another fic on archive that has been my favorite thing to write. If you've ever watched The Terror from AMC then you'll enjoy this.
But I haven't forgot about one of my favorite fics. Never.
Other than that! Here we go after weeks of not writing.
Previous Chapter
Masterlist
The idea of falling asleep after today just sounds nauseating. Seeing the horrors in front of me then coming back to my apartment for Peter wanting to kill me. Then for Grigor to storm off due to the fact that he thought I would lay with my own cousin by marriage. Yes I’m well aware that’s still a common practice amongst the Monarchs of the world but not in my book!
Turning my head to watch the flames slowly begin to die down before my eyes. The room was beginning to spiral into that infamous Russian cold. I didn’t feel like throwing another log on since part of me thinks I deserve to be in the wintry world that I have chosen to live in.
This plan for making Catherine the ruler of all Russia is becoming stale. What have we done that’s been achievable anyhow! Go to the front to feed a bunch of soldiers! You saw what happened when I alone tried to help Peter! Catherine influenced a new Patriarch yet the women of the court still find Catherine to be an annoyance. There has been absolutely no effort or somewhat change Catherine has done to make things more in her favor. God she is a child thrown into a world that she has no idea what she's doing. Although I should be guiding...but...
What good am I doing here! I feel as if I’m just now a fuck toy for Grigor to feel a womens touch since his wife is with the Emporer on a daily basis! Throwing the blanket off me to march over to the nearest vase and chuck it across the room!
A screech left my body as I cleared everything off the vanity onto the floor. I could feel the blood rushing through me for this anger to spiral out of control! This stupid country! Grabbing a book to throw it against the wall!
THIS STUPID COUNTRY!
HOW CAN ONE FUCKING BELONG TO THIS COURT!
HOW CAN ONE SINGLE HUMAN BE SUCH AN ABSOLUTE MORON! AND YES THAT HUMAN IS ME!
WHY DOESN’T HE TRUST ME!
I’M NOT HIS WIFE!
THIS STUPID GOD DAMN COUNTRY!
IT’S MAKING ME QUESTION EVERY SINGLE THREAD OF INSANITY I HAVE BECAUSE THE MAN I’M BEGINNING TO FALL FOR HAS MAJOR TRUST ISSUES! CAN’T HE SEE THAT I AM A ONE MAN ONE WOMEN SORT OF WOMAN!
YES I’M A WHORE TO A MAR….
Huh...would you look at that Chiara? All because he lit a fire under your own ass because everyone else around you stays clear of it.
I…..
I feel nothing….
Maybe the cold will make me feel something in this empty body. Grabbing the handles of the window to pull them out. They smacked against the walls for the wind to soar through my room. It flew through my hair for the first few seconds for it to stop. The cold swaddled me up but I didn’t move from the window.
I do not deserve the things I have been given in life. For I am a cold hearted bitch with almost no remorse in my actions. I could possibly kill a hundred people and proclaim it to be for the greater good. No sense of remorse or sadness.
How could Grigor want to love someone as vile as me..I am cold..evil. Someone like me doesn’t deserve the warm embrace of what love is. This lust is beginning to form into the most dangerous tool one can have in their life. For it can bring life and destroy it in a matter of seconds.
I miss his touch..the way his fingers would glide across my arm as we snuggled together on the bed. The way he kissed my forehead after a long time of making love. Him showing me his drawings and I know he’s drawing me in my sleep! It hurts to feel this sort of way! I don’t want to feel anything! This feeling is almost heart wrenching and...beautiful.
My breathing began to choke till the only warmth that was on my body was the singular tear that had escaped my eye. I’m not a crier. Though we Italians embrace our emotions and turn it into something beautiful, I think this tear is a sense of relief. If I didn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t be whimpering in front of an open window.
A gentle beat from the door echoed through my room as I didn’t even move. If Peter was sending his soldiers to kill me I get the feeling there would be no knock. Please let it be Grigor. I need to feel his touch and tell him the truth. Not all of it but at least enough that I don’t spoil my plans for Catherine.
I closed the window to hurry over to the fire and toss a log in. If it’s Grigor then he probably would prefer something a little warmer. Please him please. Grabbing my robe to put it on as I opened the door. My eyes expanded from the confusion of who was standing before me in my bed robes.
“Elizabeth?” Well if she was coming to kill me I imagine my room has some sort of secret entrance and would’ve done it in my sleep.
“I hope I didn't disturb you. I think we need to have a little chat.”
“We do?” Dear God if Peter opened his mouth about what he started and what I finished I’m going to go kill him myself!
“Yes. May I come in?” Taking a step back for the door to open. She was in her bed clothes as she noticed the mess I had made in my room.
“The work of Peter no less?” I kept my mouth shut for once waiting for her to say something more. She’s going to defend Peter as much as she can. Probably for his own father who I imagine she secretly loved. From my understanding Peter the Great was also quite promiscuous just like his mother. A family of harlots.
“I heard from Peter what happened here early today. I highly doubt that you called him a bastard since he can be quite over dramatic.” So she’s aware that he’s a sniffling bastard whose inability to rule is quite prominent.
“Not talking much tonight are you? Usually you have a comment to say if I were in here talking about Peter.”
“For once Elizabeth. I could truly give a shit about Peter and his antics. I’m not here to please him and make him happy. I’m here for Catherine and making her more comfortable with her new station.” Try not to think that we might kill her own Nephew in a good amount of time. If not by Catherine then by the military.
“You’re not angry that he was in here and wanted to kill you?” She sat down in front of the fire in the love seat for me to stand before here.
“Your nephew. My cousin by marriage is a harmless little bug in my life Elizabeth. His actions were not even worth a single drop of sweat from my brow.”
“Did the stabbing of a major General not scare you? As an outsider I thought it would have scared you horribly.”
“Not scared. More gasping which then leads to utter annoyance. I am more than capable of handling Peter when he’s in a state of anger trying to kill me. What do you even want because I would like some sort of rest.”
“Be more gentle when it comes..
“Just because his mother was a horrid woman does not excuse his actions Elizabeth! That’s saying Zeus should be considered a kind man even though he raped Leda because of his own mental state. Peter thinks of him as Zeus when in reality he is worse than Hades himself! Life is horrid Elizabeth and constantly blaming his issues on his mother is disgusting and you standing here trying to defend him holds you accountable for his actions.”
“What an interesting comparison. You are a very bright woman and that wicked tongue is able to strike anyone down.”
“I can strike down anyone with tongue and steel.” Taking in a sharp breath to walk over to a full bottle of sweet red wine.
“Would you like a glass?” Asking for her to nod. Popping off the court to grab two glasses then bringing two glasses over for us. Sitting down across from here to begin pouring her a glass. She motioned for me to stop for me to pour myself some as well.
“I apologise dear Aunt Elizabeth. I sometimes forget to catch my tongue before it falls out of my head.” We both took a long drink to the point when we were done I had to pour a little more between us.
“It’s quite alright. I’m just grateful you didn’t kill my beloved Nephew before it was too late.” Before I could answer the doors bursted open.
“Excuse me mam?” Turning to see a serf was standing by the door of my world. Did something happen to Fernanda?
“Zasha? What is it?” Elizabeth stood up from my chair to approach her.
“It’s the Emperor. He’s fallen gravely ill.” Well. That is going to solve our problems much faster than I thought it was going to happen. She wrapped herself around her robe as we began walking out of my bedroom.
“Why are you coming? I thought you despised him” She asked for me to nod but was still walking.
“We’re family by marriage. He is now my cousin whether I like it or not.” Turning the corner to see that Orlo, George...and Grigor were waiting outside the room. Splendid. I imagine his wife was ready to lay in bed yet stumbled into that mess.
“From what I’ve seen and heard it sounds bad. A lot of vomit and blood.” Orlo told us to stand next to Orlo. One of the priests that was in the room came out with the black mask on his face to then take it off before us.
“You may not enter the room. For it might be contagious till the doctor tells you differently. For he’s running a high fever, a lot of vomiting, and has been seeing strange visions. The Archbishop is there with him now. He’ll tell you more once he comes out.” Is...Is that vomit on his mask? Or...dear god. He walked past us heading down the hall towards the apartments.
“How is he?” Catherine came in with a very well detailed look of uneasiness.
“Very ill.” Elizabeth told Catherine for my eyes to drift over to Grigor. He was holding onto George but staring directly at me. Stupid man. Stupid man!
“Can we go in?” Catherine asked Orlo but I’m assuming not.
“Well everyones being kept out here.”
“In fear of contagion.” Finally looking at Grigor again for us to lock eyes for a brief instant till I turned to Catherine.
“He’s been vomiting continuously throughout the night, and he runs a high fever, and he has fits of wild delirium.”
“The Doctor and Archbishop are with him.” I told her to place my hands on her shoulder to give some comfort to this poor wife and my cousin. The door opened for a child to come out with a bowl filled with blood and vomit. Not to mention his entire body was covered head to toe in Peters upchuck...and from the smell..the back door was also used as well.
“Excuse me.” Oh the smell! Covering my nose for Grigor and I to look at one another again. He doesn’t look concerned. Is that a smile?
We all leaned into the doorway to see what was happening in there since we could only hear the sound of Peter vomiting and coughing more and more. I did the sign of the cross to hold onto my cross necklace. I don’t pray for Peter. But I pray for the Doctor inside the room that he stays safe from whatever disease has fallen upon Peter. Peter could go to hell for all I care, but I have to keep up appearances.
The Archbishop popped in the doorway for us to straighten our backs. He came out of his bedroom to close the door behind him. Grigor inched a little closer to me to the point I could sense the warmth radiating off him.
“How is he?” Grigor asked for the Archbishop to stare directly at us.
“Extremely ill. The fear is that it may be Cholera.”
“Cholera?” That’s a rough sickness. Even I wouldn’t wish that sort of death on my enemy.
“Which I suspect he will have caught from a possessed, nocturnal animal. Probably a badger.” If I ever get sick in this country I would rather just endure the ride home and die in a carriage. These doctors are not touching me with a ten foot pole!
“Where would he have come across a possessed badger?” Catherine asked thankfully. That sounds absolutely unrealistic and not how you even got Cholera. Not that I don’t know how you get Cholera but I imagine it’s not from a possessed badger.
“If it is Cholera, he will die, will he not?” Holding her a little tighter as a cue to sound a lot more concerned. You have to make it believable that you’re distraught that he might die!
“It’s a strong possibility that we must face.” Looking at Orlo who kept the same straight face he usually has.
“Oh my little man.” THE POOR BABY! I WILL WEEP WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE AND GLORIOUS MUSIC!
“The Doctor is working hard on cures. It may be something else.”
“Has he said anything? Is he talking?” Why would he be concerned if he’s talking? Grigor might as well give a shit if he truly dies or not.
“He speaks intermittently. Much of it is deranged. Said he was a wolf, and wanted to eat Swedish children for breakfast. And there was some talk of what he’d like to do to Chiara and with various ladies of the court. I’ll spare you the details.” My body ran cold for Catherine to turn and face me. The blood in my body felt as if it dried up as I wanted to vomit. Looking at Grigor as I felt so disgusted with myself.
“Before more bouts of diarrhea and vomiting.” The Archbishop went back in for Grigor to take in a deep breath.
“I will go in to see him.” Say what?
“Do not risk your life.” Elizabeth told him as he stopped in the doorway.
“I want to be there for my friend.” Bullshit! He could give an absolute shit about Peter at this point!
“I had no idea your husband was so brave, Georgina.”
“Oh yes famously so.”
“In more ways than one.” Adding into the conversation for George to turn and face me.
“Just being honest.” An angry snake she is when I add my own little comments. Settle down hypocrites.
Orlo, Catherine, and I huddled into our own group to see the expression of Catherines face change from the fake grieving widow to an excited future ruler. Must admit this is a little exciting for me as well.
“If this is Cholera, he could be dead within the day.” Orlo told us as Catherine was beginning to smile slightly but trying to control herself.
“Right. That means..”
“Yes. Yes it will be yours. You will rule Russia.” By God it’s going to actually happen.
“After all our planning..it just..”
“Falls right into your lap.” Orlo finished as the doors opened back up. The ArchBishop came out of the room to take off his mask. Remember when I said that this planning became stale? I stand corrected and I was completely wrong. This just made everything better.
“In light of this terrible situation, a meeting is being called to deal with the possible transition of power.”
“To me.” Easy Catherine. That’s a little too exciting for someone who's losing their husband.
“Indeed. It seems so. You are the next...should the worst happen.” Seems like the worst is about to happen right before them. If it’s going this quickly then I might be going home soon! Finally an end to this horrid nightmare and cesspool!
“Prepare with prayer, and the senate will be called.”
“I look forward to it.” Damn it Catherine!
“Not him dying. That is bad. And sad. And we hope for the best and a speedy recovery.” If I could slap my own face I would without making this seem like we’re excited that Peter is dying.
“God will be with us. He always is.” The Archbishop left the hall for Catherine and Orlo to talk amongst themselves. I need to talk to Grigor. I can’t stand being apart from him at nights for it is his warmth I believe that is keeping me sane. I don’t think I can tell him that I think I’m starting to love him but atleast telling him I need him is a good start.
*Grigors P.O.V.*
DIE! DIE YOU HORRIBLE HUMAN! YOU THINK YOU CAN SLEEP WITH MY OWN LOVE BECAUSE YOU’RE THE EMPEROR! DIE DIE DIE! I WILL KILL YOU AND WILL LIVE PEACEFULLY IN MY OWN LIFE!
Removing the pillow to see that he was still breathing! Bastard! Slamming the pillow back onto him to push down even further in hopes that I might finish the job! Just die! How hard is it to kill someone who's already dying! Talking about Chiara as if she’s just a common peasant!
“What are you doing!?” George yelled as I continued to push down harder and harder.
“What is right and you know it George! I have to do something!”
“Fuck!” George pulled me back as we stopped to see Peter was still breathing. Dragging me from his bed towards the middle of his room.
“I was given the choice to be a man or a child! I’ve decided to become a man for the sake of my sanity!”
“You poisoned him?”
“Arsenic. From the wall in his borscht!” Feeling the cold slap from George as she was in full rage of my actions.
“What happens to us when he’s dead? Think what Peter provides for us!”
“You...you..”
“You’re a stupid fool Grigor!” She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
“Our situation is complex. Yet also simple! We have a safe life with Peter! Luxury, security, a place in court. Who’s he gonna be replaced by? Catherine!? We’re nothing to her! What happens to us then? Not to mention Chiara is making it much more difficult to handle this situation. No thanks to you!”
“So you may have a lover but I may not!” I love Chiara and this marriage is non-existent!
“Grigor?” Peter called for me as I turned to see him barely awake and moving. Say something George! You hypocritical bitch say something!
“We’re here.” George, like a mother goose, flew to Peter's aid. Well. It’s very clear now on where my life stands now. George has made her bed and it is time for me to make my own with a Duchess who isn’t afraid to get the job done when it needs to be done.
Letting go of the pillow to march out of the room and slamming the doors shut. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself before scampering off to Chiara. Chiara? Where is she? Perhaps in her chambers!
It was like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel heading to her apartment! The outline of the room was glowing before my eyes. Chiara..my love. The only woman in this world that can make my knees buckle to bow at her feet. That fire is intoxicating to the point that I might die of happiness.
Slamming the door open to see Chiara was in front of the flames looking directly into them. Her head slowly turned to face me with a somber look. A bottle of wine sitting next to her looked thoroughly used. Oh my precious flame. Closing the door to sit down next to her as she went back into looking into the fire.
“I placed my blade against his neck threatening to take his life away. Why didn’t I slice it open? Tell me why I didn’t Grigor?” She asked for me to place my hand on her cheek.
“What happened before I came in?”
“He was mad that I helped Velementov at the front for strategy. He drew a sword on me and I fought back. I won and threatened him that if he were to ever draw his sword on me that I would win. I...I should’ve sliced his throat open and strung him up as if he was game to place on my wall.” I feel like I should tell her that I’m the one that poisoned him. That he is dying in his own bed because the world would be better without him! She was literally going to kill him before I even came into the room!
“Chiara. I’m the one who caused him to become ill. I poisoned him in the borscht while he was eating dinner.” Her expression was the same as before till it clicked in her mind. Her entire face went from a beautiful red to a ghostly white in a matter of seconds.
“Holy shit..” She whispered to turn her attention to the fire. Is she going to tell Catherine? Not that Catherine might care much but what if she does? Would she tell the court? No...no what have I done!
“I would ask why but that..oh my god.” Turning her head to face me as I gulped.
“If it helps, I did it for you. For us..for everyone in the court that his idiocy will go away.” Her lips were slightly open with her breathing beginning to rise.
That lovely color began returning to her cheek as she climbed on top of me and wrapped herself around me. Those entrancing lips striked against mine as my hands traveled up her back to pull her shirt. She stopped to place her index finger on my lips.
“For you committing such a horrendous act. Allow me.” Removing her finger to place a kiss on my lips, to my cheek, then right underneath my jaw line. I could see the stars from how well she was working those luscious lips. Her hand gripped my cock to start playing it through my pants. God her touch. It’s almost too delicious to even allow. My eyes rolled back for me to lay down on the rug for her kisses to start moving down my body.
I love her...I hope that she knows that I would kill an army for her without regret...
I really don’t have much to say before I post. I’m tired and I don’t feel quite well so if it’s a little bad then I’m so sorry!
Please enjoy and I’ll see y’all later!
Previous Chapter
Masterlist
Perhaps I was too harsh. I mean. Though war is inevitable and will indeed cost a lot of lives. I think that I was a little cruel to Catherine and her ideals. She’s very inexperienced when it comes to this life and haven’t had the world of war drilled into her head like my family. I just want to go back to the Palace so Grigor and I can eat dinner then crawl into bed. Never would’ve thought that I would be enjoying someone's company this much in such a small amount of time.
The carriage turned down onto the main path for Catherine to begin gathering herself with her anger much more in control. Elizabeth was smiling as she was looking at the palace through the carriage window.
“Ah. Home sweet home.” She kept that weird smile on her face as I was fixing my cape.
“You’re not a joyful person are you Chiara?” Elizabeth blurted which made my eyes widened a little.
“I am on most occasions. Just today was an exception.”
“You were harsh on the field. A little compassion can go a long way Chiara.” Sorry that I don’t open my legs to ever walking being that foot in my general direction. Maybe if you focused more on your head and reality instead of that stinky fishy thing between your own legs then the world might shine brighter. Is what I would like to say.
“Elizabeth you know absolutely nothing about who I am. Nothing. Zilch! Get off that high horse you enjoy riding so damn much to have a much better reality of the world.” This whore of a woman who spends her time teaching butterflies has no right to pass judgement onto me and my own personal views. The carriage stopped for me to practically kick open the door for myself to climb out.
“Don’t mind her Aunt Elizabeth. She does have compassion under that skin, just knows when and when not to use it in her standards.” Listening to the last of Catherine for me to start walking up the stairwell. Stupid women whose hair looks like some sort of mushroom.
Where is Grigor? I need to see Grigor.
Fucking stupid royal air heads. Let’s go pass out macarons to make the soldiers feel better for fighting for a fucking cause that doesn’t even matter! Egotistical bastardo! We need to pick up the pace on putting Catherine at the top of the food chain for this country. This War if not done properly will end in the Swedish favor and they will lose St. Petersburg, then Moscow, and goodbye to the Russian Empire. I will not be around to watch the fall. I grab Catherine, Leo for her own pleasure, Marial because I enjoy her temper, Orlo due to his vast knowledge, and Grigor for the obvious reasons.
This is becoming far too stressful for my taste at the moment. Shaking my head to make it to the apartment section of the palace to hurry my pace a little more. Leo was walking out of Catherines room with a bottle and two glasses in his hand. He smiled at me to start walking towards him. I feel like a herd of Wildebeest at the moment and I might run over Leo if he doesn’t move.
“Oh dear Duchess you look rather annoyed. A drink perhaps?” Halting directly past him to take a few steps backwards. Catherine had mentioned that his drinks are quite relaxing with the different flavors.
“What have you got?” It better be something delicious that’ll calm my nerves.
“Peach vodka.” Never had it but it sounds ravishing. Nodding for us to enter Catherines apartment to sit down at the living room for me to sit next to the fire. Leo poured me a drink to hand me the glass as I took a sip.
“God that’s strong.” I could feel my chest exploding. It’s delicious but damn is that strong. Taking another sip for him to sit across from me.
“Vodka is made from Russian tears so it’s going to make you feel some sort of emotion.” How very...Russian I think.
“How was the front lines?” Leo asked as he got comfortable in his chair.
“Oh the usual Leo. Blood, horse shit, and so bleek. Get ready for a long discussion with Catherine if you talk politics with one another.” Taking another sip for the drink to start making my cheeks feel warm. It’s absolutely delicious and I definitely want some more of this delicious vodka. I wonder if oranges would be good to mix with vodka.
“Have you thought about mixing citrus with vodka?” His eyes widened a little bit at the thought of it.
“Chiara that would be absolutely delicious. It would create such a punching taste to the body that I’m afraid it would knock you down on your ass. Genius.” He was looking at the glass for me to wonder. He’s a lover, and I’m new to this game so I can finally ask him a very important question.
“Leo tell me something. What do you even gain as a lover?” It’s out of the blue yes since he wasn’t expecting me to ask this kind of question. But from one lover to another I get the feeling he can give me advice on to handle these feelings.
“I get to witness the true Catherine. Not just in physical appearance I get to know her. I get the chance to pick apart her mind, challenge her, and understand the true nature of mind and soul. Being a lover is much more about the love making part of it Chiara.” Holding the glass close to me as I crossed my left leg over my right.
“Is it worth it?” He doesn’t even know what Catherine is doing. She’s plotting to overthrow the current Government and he has absolutely no clue. So much for seeing her true colors, but then again he could be a spy. Yet like Marial said, far too handsome.
“Yes. Every moment I’ve spent with her. She shakes my core in some way that I felt impossible. I’ve fallen for this extraordinary woman who I get this strong feeling that she also loves me.” Sighing st his comment to start thinking on my interest in Grigor. Do I love him? Is this just lust? I haven’t yearned like this before and it feels foreign in my life. I may not be in love quite yet but possibly in the future perhaps?
“You’ve must’ve seen parts of Grigor that even his own wife hasn’t seen. Though they’ve been married for a little longer than Peter and Catherine, Grigor must’ve shown you a side of him that they don’t even know.” His artwork? I imagine his wife has seen it just prefers not to deal or acknowledge it at the end of the day.
“I think so. I’m not quite sure or used to what’s going on here. This wasn’t even why I came here in the first place. The goal wasn’t to find a lover. This achievement was meant to help Catherine deal with the horrid beginning and adjustment to royal life.” Drinking the rest of the vodka for me to place the glass down.
“She told you that Peter punched her in her stomach right? After he shot her bear and burned down her school.” Leo nodded at my comment to take another drink.
“How could anyone handle that? I would’ve just killed him on the spot if he ever laid a hand on me in such a manor. It doesn’t matter anyhow. Excuse me for rambling Leo.” He grabbed the glass bottle to fill up my drink.
“Be gentle with Grigor. From what I’ve gathered and what Catherine has told, his wife and the Emperor just ride over him.” I mean. In bed I know exactly how he likes it. But I am getting better with my anger when it comes to things. It’s mostly just a culture shock into things and that I swear.
“Speaking of the devil. I’d like to forget the horrors that I saw today for a few moments. Have you seen him?”
“I think he was in his apartment.” Nodding for me to get up from the chair and smiling at him.
“Thank you. And thanks for the drink, send a bottle into my apartment if you don’t mind.” Grabbing the glass to start walking towards the door.
“Of course. One must enjoy some sweet libations to keep themselves sane.” He escorted me out as I stood in the doorway. He handed me a spare bottle to then look down the hall.
“It is such an..” He stopped mid sentence as I was assuming he was going to say something extremely naughty about Catherine to me.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t speak of your cousin in such a matter. Would make things rather awkward. Goodnight Chiara.”
“Goodnight Leo.” Smiling at him for the doors to close in front of me. Leo is definitely a nice chap who I get the feeling always keeps Catherine on her toes. In a goodway of course.
Either Grigor is in his apartment waiting for the word I’ve returned or in my room waiting for me in there. I miss his warmth, his smell of fire and pine which sort of surprises me after having loads of sex. I also have a theory that I’ve been working on that when I’m sleeping he’s secretly drawing me. Sometimes I wake up in the night to grab a drink of water to then hear his pencil being used right next to me! Just have to wake up and catch him off guard!
Taking another sip of my vodka to open the door into my apartment to only see Peter standing at the foot of my bed. I was sort of expecting him at some point due to my stunt on the frontlines. Slowly closing the door behind me as I walked over to the table to place down the vodka and glass.
“You think you’re fucking clever don’t you? Giving Velementov tactics on how to lead my own fucking army.” That was quick. Well he wasn’t doing a good job in the first place, someone had to step in and help.
“The answer to your question is yes Emperor Peter. I only gave him advice on what he should do in order to keep the Swedish back out of Russia. He had a choice on whether to follow or not follow my advice.” He stomped over to me and tried to look intimidating. He was not, in fact more like a spoiled child before my eyes.
“I should fucking beat you for what you’ve done! Don’t ever get in the influence of my army ever again you fucking bitch.” What an insult! I’M SHAKING IN MY BOOTS BECAUSE I’M SO INSULT AND THREATENED BY THIS CHILD!
“Well you have two options then don’t you Peter. If he takes my advice and wins then you have defeated the Swedish and can easily push them back to their own lands. I will be expecting a thank you and an apology for when that happens.” Leaning against the fireplace setting up my option two statement.
“My second option is to fucking beat you in open court and throw you out of my own country. Just because you’re a fucking Duchess doesn’t give you some sort of shield to protect me from you.” Well it does.
“If you say so. But I would hate for the rest of Europe to get involved with your self-esteem war against Sweden. For the record that’s what everyone thinks that this is nothing but a chance to fill in the shoes of your dead father.” Oh don’t worry I know what I’m saying. As long as I don’t bring up his dead mother.
“Like you could get the rest of those fuckers involved. They love me and they love Russia.” No one outside of Russia loves Russia. It’s a cold wasteland!
“This country is so backwards that they wouldn’t waste one singular soldier on your land! How blind are you? I’m the first person who's ever put you in your place?” Approaching him with my hands crossed over my chest.
“Shut up you bitch.” Again. What an insult!
“Did your mother or father never discipline you? Your long list of nannies teach you any manners? Did they always give you what you want!?” His entire body from what I could see was turning dark red. Almost darker than a sweet cherry. Peter decided to come into my room and chose violence against me! I’m just defending myself from the toddler before me!
“God I should’ve known you were a spoiled brat when Catherine told me you punched her because she was angry!” Laughing at him to pick up my glass to take a long drink.
“She slapped me!” Throwing it in the fire out of the rage that was forming inside of me.
“When you killed her bear that you gave to for her wedding present!”
“I told her I was sorry!”
“Oh and you actually meant it? Face it Peter you’re a spoiled adolescent who has no idea what he’s doing!” He was about to scream bloody murder. He looked over to see my trunk full of swords. Dear God is he going to try and fight me! He ran over to grab one of my swords and hold it up to me. Grabbing my boot dagger as I waited for him to do something.
“With all your swords I imagine you can’t even fight properly!” Bold of him to assume! Wait! Running over behind the vanity to grab the Scimitar I had hiding behind the vanity! I’m aware this is used for cavalry units but I can definitely make this work! Unsheathing it to put the dagger back in my boot.
“I will not hold back because you’re a female!” Swinging my sword around me waiting for him to move.
“I could say the same thing about you.” Raising my eyebrow as I began circling one another.
Peter's first charge was sloppy for me to block his attacks and kick him onto the love seat. I plan on playing defence the entire time to avoid any sort of bloodshed on my part. He’s the one attack as I’m the one blocking his horrible attacks. Pouncing up from the love seat to take off his long robe and act all “I’m ready to fight now!” stance and attitude.
“Fine. If you want me to fight you like a true man than you have brought it on yourself!” He screamed to try for a low strict on my legs. Jumping back to block his low attack!
“Going for the legs is a cheap shot sei un idiota!” Kicking him directly in his chest that almost knocked him over the love seat.
“Sei un cretino! Non hai assolutamente idea di cosa stai facendo, vero?” Lifting up the sword to place it in front of my face to clash our swords together.
“Please speak a language that I can understand!” Pushing him back for him pounce back up and start swinging.
There’s a reason why swordsmen are such wonderful dancers. We’re light on our toes and must keep a constant aware of our area. You hear the comparison of sword fighting and dancing constantly being compared with one another and it’s a rightful comparison.
My feet are as light as a bird flying through the sky, my eyes are entranced by the movement of my opponent who is sadly horrid at this dance. You feel the music with your arms on how fast and you strike and defend yourself from the opponent. It can be a waltz or even a harsh presto that leaves you wondering if you’ll even make it out alive.
Peter began throwing his sword down upon me as hard as I could to continue backing up from each blow he enforced. The problem with fighting in your room that you sometimes forget about the rest of the furniture in the room! Backing up to fall down onto the other love seat. He was about to throw his sword down for me to lift my legs, crossing them and wrapping them around his neck for me to start squeezing. I could easily snap his neck if I didn’t want the rest of Russia to witness his death! A child like Peter must be made to suffer in public for him to see what he hates the most be the last thing in his life. It’s fitting and it drives them mad!
“Women in trousers must scare you Peter!” Chuckling as he was trying to move my boot from his neck. Turning my boots for his head to face up towards the ceiling for my heel almost in his face.
“No being able to lift up ones dress in order to fuck must really irritate you!”
“I prefer women with absolutely no clothes.” Tightening my grip for his head to raise up, grabbing for as much air as he could.
“No wonder no man has the balls to marry you! You’re only good for love making! Not to mention your swordsmanship is weak so that just makes it more difficult doesn’t it!” BASTARDO!
“Tu bastardo! Non rinuncerò mai alla mia spada per qualche stupido anello e decreto!” He was confused till I sighed and had to remind myself that he doesn’t speak Italian.
“I shall never relinquish my sword for some dumb ring and decree!” Spitting at him for me to pull him down and punch him directly in the face in his. My legs launched him from my grip for him to stumble back. Popping back up and grabbed my sword from the ground. He was reaching for his but I kicked it away from him underneath the bed. Doesn’t hold the sword properly which allows me to practically throw it out of his hands.
“Not such a great Emperor who can’t even handle a simple combat.” Tilting my head a little with a coy smile displayed. The great thing of having a long blood line of Knights is that I am able to learn a vast amount of techniques.
“There’s something my Grandmother always told me because she once fought for the Holy Roman Empire. A woman must be highly skilled above a man in order for her to succeed. She rode into war on a monsterous red shirt that when she came back from battle it had turned into a completely different shade of red.” Peter gulped as I knelt down. Lowering my sword to place it directly underneath his chin.
“Never unsheath a weapon on me again. Is that understood? I could give a shit if you are an Emperor. If you were even the King of the world I would not care. Don’t ever draw a sword on me because I will win.” He was smiling? Wait a minute. My eyes trailed down to make OH MY GOD!
“What a woman you are! No wonder Grigor enjoys spending all over his time with you. God you just made my cock so fucking hard. I wish for you to sit down and ride me!” My eyes widened for him to slide out from under me and began undressing himself.
“Peter...you do know that we’re related now by marriage right?”
“Since when does that stop anyone? The fucking English sleep with their own cousins that are blood related.!” I think I’m going to throw up. I could feel my stomach beginning to mangle inside of me from even the thought!
The doors busted open for Grigor to smile but turn into shock at the sight he was witnessing before him. Peter and I both looked at him as I was waiting for Peter to say something. I could feel my blood rushing throughout my entire body all the way down to the tip of my toes from how anxious I just became. Obviously I have a sword in my hand so nothing was going to happen in the first place.
“Grigor. Control your fucking lover in the palace.” He barked at Grigor for him to grab his robe and stomped out of the room. Peter marched out for Grigor to shut the door immediately behind him. Putting my Scimitar back into the holding as I tossed it onto the love seat.
“Are you okay?” Grigor asked for the blood to keep increasing. The adrenaline is so much good!
“Oh I’m fine! That was a cake walk compared to other fights.” Telling him for him to cup my face and check for any fresh battle scars.
“Grigor I’m fine.” God the adrenaline! My entire stomach is filled with butterflies flying around, blood pumping through my entire body. At once I can feel the hand that I punched Peter with was beginning to hurt. It’s been a while since I’ve punched someone hard like I did with Peter. My other hand was rubbing it for Grigor to grab it and act as if he was some Doctor of some sorts.
“What happened?” He asked to squeeze a little too hard. I flinched a little for him to sigh and was beginning to over panic. Was Peter’s nose bleeding?
“I’ll call for some ice.” Rushing over to the bell to pull the string to alert whoever was available to bring me some ice.
“Did you see him bleeding by chance?”
“No it wasn’t.” Okay good.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” If I tell Grigor that I was going to kill The Emperor I’m not quite sure on how he would react. But if I make up a lie it would definitely lead to another bad reaction that feels uncontrollable. I am screwed no matter what route I decide to take in this situation!
“I uh…”
“You 're going to...sleep with Peter!?” No. No no no!
“Dear God no! Grigor I despise him more than you do!” He already took the thought he already had and was off. I could see Grigor's mind running at an alarming rate before me and I don’t think I can stop it!
“Grigor Grigor look at me.” Standing in front of him to place my hands on his cheeks to have him focus on me.
“Peter will never put his hands on me. I won’t let him.”
“Then why was he in here?” Maybe he won’t mind if I tell him? I mean to be fair Peter started the fight I just happened to finish before I actually sliced him up like a piece of meat.
“Because...Bec..” Removing my hands to face the fire for me to hold myself.
“Because he’s Emperor!”
I could feel my blood rushing, my heart pounding, and my breathing becoming short. He thinks he can just come into my life, sleep with my wife and the love of my life! No! Not anymore! I’m going to put a stop to this!
Storming out of Chiara’s room to start marching down the hall. There has to be some way of punishing him for everything! He can have George all he wants at this point but Chiara is crossing the line now!
How would I punish him? I can’t do anything bloody because that just leaves an absolute mess! Beating? I stopped myself halfway through the hallway to find a small room. A painter was on the floor working on something as I looked over at him and sighed.
“Fuck off.” Yelling at him for me to start circling the room. Can’t stab him, can’t beat him, can’t send a wild animal, and I can’t shoot him.
I..can’t..
Wait a minute. I looked down to see a small bowl and scrapper that had some paint on it. That..that might work. Grabbing the scrapper out of the bowl to walk out of the room. He’s sulking in his food at the moment due to the rejection of Chiara.
Hearing him eat to shove the scrapper up into my shirt a little more to see him feasting on Louis' food. Borscht. I can mix the paint into the borscht when he’s got his entire head turned away from me.
“Ah Grigor! Try this black bread with moose lips. Makes my cock hard like your wife and lover. How on earth you’ve managed to wrangle these women into your life is very impressive.” That vile smile he enjoys displaying that makes me want to shove this down his throat! He held up the plate for me to grab it and take a chunk out of it. Throwing it onto the empty plate in my seat to sit down.
“Fucking delicious.”
“There’s Louis’ famous borscht too.” I can scrape it off in there, mix it and would not be the wiser. But how do I distract him to put the paint in? Ummm. The pig!
“Remember when we shot that fucking pig?” Laughing for me to point at the pig head mounted on his wall. Peter turned around for me to shove the scrapper into the borscht to stir it around as fast as I could. Pulling the scrapper from the bowl to hide it back into the sleeve of my shirt.
“Great day!” He smiled for me to nod along with him. Watching Peter grab his bowl to begin pouring the borscht into it. Here he goes. Fucking suffer you worthless little man.
“You want some?”
“I’ve eaten.” Wouldn’t touch that dish in a mile.
“We should go play handball after this.” He offered for me to nod. I..I have to get him out of here so they don’t suspect the food if he comes ill.
“Let’s go now!” We have to go now! I jumped out of my seat for Peter to keep his bowl with him.
“Uh..maybe leave the food?”
“Louis’ borscht? Are you out of your fucking mind? Of course I’m bringing it!” Possibly but shit! Watching him walk out of Zeus right behind turned my blood from boiling range to thin ice in a matter of seconds.
I need to calm down! Grabbing the bottle of vodka to rip the cork off with my teeth then begin drinking it. I’m not having one of those reality moments where I question my actions because I’m perfectly aware of what I’m doing. I’m going to punish the fool that has tried to come after my love!
She’s more than my lover. Though our little time spent with one another it’s grown. Everytime I think about her my heart beats so fast I can feel it through my body. Her scent when she’s laying next to me in bed is intoxicating. For she has enchanted me with her words and actions that I may never get over.
When at night she’s asleep and I lay awake wondering through my empty mind. I take a few moments to begin sketching her so that she may stay with me my entire life. For she will be leaving one day, I would prefer it to act if she wasn’t leaving quite yet.
Chiara has overthrown and placed herself on the throne of where George once sat in my heart. I love her...though she doesn't love me, it is worth every moment I spend time with her.
