Promised Part Four (The Great Arranged Marriage AU mini-series)
Pairing: Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: swearing, food, dogs, marriage, and mentions of sex and some steamier parts
Summary: When Emperor Peter visited your family, his behavior threatened the peaceful alliance between them and Russia. Now in order to fix it, you are betrothed to marry his best friend, the handsome and heartbroken Grigor.
Part One --- Part Two -- Part Three
The morning after the wedding there was a sealed letter placed on your mother’s table. She nearly dropped it in nervousness.
Something had happened. Something had already happened. The alliance may even be in danger and so was she. Everything was too new now. The blue bed that you slept on in the other room was now empty. Even little Sonya’s trotting and barking was gone as well. She had to face the morning alone. And you, her daughter, her dear child, was now a married woman.
She ripped it open to read the contents with wide eyes.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Emperor Peter was about to take his morning as usual- sleeping in late. As was typical for a hangover. Peter laid out on his belly like a starfish, still in his clothes. Georgiana smirked as she entered the chambers. She heard him groaning even in his dreams. Already in her dark robes and nothing else on, she knew he would be groaning for different reasons in perhaps an hour. She knew that after a night of celebration Peter would call on her one way or another to cure the headache he had with her kisses. She might as well be ready. There were worse ways to start the day.
Her eyes trailed down to a sealed letter on the table on the other end.
It was Grigor’s seal.
Before she could stop herself, Georgiana grabbed a small letter opener and cut it open. She read its contents.
It was short. But enough. She put it down, sitting on the chair and taking in a deep breath. Her lovely ivory face turning red. Tears blurring her eyes as she breathed in the message it contained. As she sat down, she let the waves of grief flow out of her, glad that the emperor was too deep asleep to see it.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Your brother and his wife were late risers. So, they were confused by the excited knocking on the doors of their salon while the sky was still pink.
The lodgings given to them were surprisingly beautiful. Large, plush beds that were the color of cream, vases full of roses, and purple canopies over their heads as they slept. And all expenses covered. Your brother gently padded his wife’s shoulder as she groaned at the sound.
“I’ll get it…”
“Thank god for this bed…” she nestled into the pillow to fall back asleep.
Your brother yawned and crawled out. He smiled and kissed his wife and she smiled before she returned to dreaming. His eyes were crusted with sleep as the door cracked open but shot awake at the sight of your father.
“Wha…what is it?” he asked.
“I have a letter…it’s from Grigor, Y/N’s husband.”
He tilted his head in astonishment.
“Already? Why? What happened?”
“I don’t know yet…I thought we both should find out…” he commented nervously. “’Sides, my eyes are bad. Can’t read a thing on it.”
Your father handed it to him, and your brother read it out loud.
“To the Y/L/N Family,
Last night under the sight of God, Y/F/N and I consummated our marriage.
The alliance is now completely secure and may nothing hinder it with our union. You may rest assured everything is now safe. Madame Y/L/N and the Emperor know of this as well.
Your Son-in-law, as of yesterday,
Grigor Dymov.”
Your father and brother let out a deep breath. Yet there was a knowing look between them. Your brother looked again at the letter.
“And…she’s his! I can hardly believe it…I barely even know the man myself!” your brother said.
“Well, it’s secure…it’s completely secure…our alliance with Russia is safe.”
As your brother returned to bed, worried thoughts entered his head. Grigor had a bit of vodka and was putting you on his lap and kissing you a lot. You looked so so timid with him. Not to mention Peter. If this man was close friends with Peter then that said enough. Your voice was trembling when you said your vows. You would only speak softly. And you only knew Grigor for so long. The moments before you were led to Grigor’s chambers you looked like a lamb led to the slaughter. And he could do nothing about it.
This alliance came at the price of your torture.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As you put the envelope into the pocked of you gown, you heard a familiar yap.
Sonya trotted over. With her ears down, she wagged her tail and reached up for you on the skirt of your robe as far up as she could.
“Hello love…do you like the place?” you asked.
She placed her paws on your skirt as you gentle petted her head.
“Shhhh, be quiet. Please don’t wake pa…him…” you whispered.
Was Grigor now her papa? It felt odd to call him that yet.
Who knew when he would awaken, so you wandered through your new apartment. It was large- three rooms, all with large red walls. You especially liked the outer receiving room with a large, dark fireplace and a nice little brown table with two chairs. There was a tea set properly placed there. Sunlight was pouring in and you heard the chirps of a few robins. The redness looked less frightening. The bathtub gleamed when there was sunlight against it.
Quietly you placed Sonya into your arms and scratched her fur as you admired a few portraits on the wall of the guest room. Eventually she wiggled hard and freed herself onto the floor, shaking in a flurry and then prancing to sniff the place more.
You scurried back into the bedroom. It felt bad to leave Grigor alone once he awoke the morning after your wedding. Especially when you recalled what he said last night.
I used to wake up in the mornings and hate it…because I would be alone…
You poured yourself a cup of the coffee, relieved that it was still steaming hot. This Liza or Beth or whoever timed her gift right. You sipped on it and let Sonya wander by your feet. Whenever she trotted over to the bed, you would shoo her away. You would scold her for yapping, placing a gentle hand over her mouth and saying firmly “no bark…no bark…”
After a few minutes passed, his eyes opened. He groaned as he woke up. His hand began searching your side of the bed.
Breathing in quickly, you walked forward on cue.
“Oh…I…I’m sorry…I…” you mumbled.
“Nothing, nothing…did you sleep in? You’re not tired, are you?” he asked groggily.
“I…I woke up a little bit ago…” you answered. “I managed to fall back asleep. I think it’s late morning.”
“That’s good.” He said.
Placing yourself on the edge of the bed, you weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss his forehead or take his hand. You weren’t sure what quite to do at this stage.
“We have a…a gift for us…someone sent us a tray…”
He got up. You were still unused to the sight of his body now in only a simple shift. You looked at the floor. You saw his breeches were still on the floor abandoned. Noticing a black robe over one of the chairs, you went over and got it.
“Is…is this yours?”
“Yes, it is.”
Fetching it, you returned to his side of the bed. Standing on your toes to reach his tall height, you placed it over his shoulders and he slipped his arms through.
“Th-thank you, you’re very kind, Y/N. What are the pastries like?” he asked.
“I…I haven’t tried any of them yet…” you confessed.
“How come?”
“I…I wanted to wait for you…so we could eat them together…” you admitted.
He grinned as he joined you to try the tray. Pulling up the card, he let out a huff of laughter.
“Huh, already she calls us our aunt.”
“Is she your aunt?”
“No, Peters.”
“Oh.”
He smiled. You smiled back. As he sat down and began to eat a strawberry flavored one you noticed a slightly wicked gleam. You looked back and picked a chocolate pastry, biting into it with embarrassment.
You wondered if the intimate moment you had last night would be brought up. Or rather, how to bring it up. What did lovers, much less married couples say after these things? The thing that was unsaid between the two of you now.
“Oh your cock is pretty large.”
“Thanks for cleaning up the mess between my legs!”
“I thought I would kick your head off by accident last night-sorry! I’ll be on top next time!”
There were people who thought men weren’t men, women weren’t women, and children would stay children until they were bedded. You looked at your bare feet poking out from below. It was still your feet. Your hands were still your hands. And even the face in the mirror on the wall across from you was still your face. You were supposed to be a woman now. But you didn’t feel any different than yesterday.
“Th…thank you, Y/N. I appreciate you waiting for me for the food,” he said.
You nodded. “Of…of course…and…about last night…I…”
The words froze in your throat. You were always raised as more of a proper lady. You were able to control any urges you had for other men. Besides, you didn’t want to risk getting pregnant and the difficulties that would bring. Or die in an attempted abortion. Or get a disease. The world of sex had things you heard about. Whispers or a page or two from books that you would secretly read when your parents backs were turned. But actually, experiencing them was something new. Exciting. Frightening. Unknown.
“I…it was…it was nice…” you said. “You were very nice to me…you are very nice to me…and I…I don’t know anything…”
He smiled genuinely and said “I’m…I’m glad. I’m glad it was nice for you…damn, these are good.” He said, chewing on his bite.
You finished your pastry. Little Sonya raced around the room and perking her head at any new sound she heard of footsteps. It was silent between the two of you as Grigor finished his breakfast. His shift was still open to show a bit of the hairs on his chest and his eyes had the slightly dark quality of an hour too much of sleep than one was used to.
“I was so scared about yesterday, I didn’t sleep much the night before,” you commented.
“Y/N…yesterday was very long. Take it easy today, please. You don’t have to do anything today. You can stay in bed all day even, if you’d like….”
“That…that would be nice. My mother is still here, can she come over and visit?” you asked.
“Yes! And…Can I invite your family over…just on a small hunt in the woods. The Emperor won’t be there because that’s his required hours with Catherine…ah, attempting for an heir.
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of him. So we can all be together. We’re all a family now.”
“Yes, that…that sounds nice.”
It was a quiet mid-morning after breakfast was cleared. You were grateful for screens to dress behind and as soon as you were ready, there was a serf saying Grigor was asked for.
“Velementov needs your insight on a statue raised for Peter the Great, at once.”
It was a little lonely after he left. You read the fairy tales by the fire, the palace was large enough and you lacked the energy from yesterday to explore it anymore. And interacting with the other ladies of court scared you from what Catherine warned. You decided you would deal with court on a day you were not tired and aching from preparing a long-awaited wedding. Enjoying the silence and nothingness than fitting for your dress or seeing millions of well-wishers or trying not to let your crown fall off your head.
Looking further at your lodgings, the walls and furniture had matching, co-coordinating fabrics. There was a small throw pillow in a chair right by your bed that was the same color and pattern of the walls. You stroked the little pillow and then the walls, feeling the smoothness and bumps of the decorative flowers.
You rang up for hot water and some soaps. The bath was too intriguing to not try. Besides you felt grimy.
It was large. It took several steaming buckets before it was filled and you were left alone to step into it. The soaps smelled like honey and vanilla. There was steam building up in the room from the warmth of the bath. You noticed a mirror on a vanity was fogging up, as well as an oval shaped area mark on the wall catching some condensation. It was odd. Lightly colored. But there were faint dark marks as if a portrait had been on there for a while.
Shrugging off the observation, you peeked over to the side to see a few jars. Opening the porcelain lids, you saw bath salts and poured them in on an indulgent whim to add more flowery scents. Exhaling deep, your aching feet and limbs thanked you.
The perks of being friends with the Emperor of Russia…
You took the sponge placed next to the salts, giggling as you rubbed the soap on it. The sponge seemed about the size of your head. It covered your arms and legs. You were scrubbing on your body, standing up on in the tub to do so, when Grigor entered suddenly.
With a slight scream, you dipped down into the water quickly.
Splash!
You backed into the corner, your arms covering your breasts and your knees together, pulling away. Retreating into a near corner of the bath, you turned your head towards him. He even looked a little pink himself and could not resist a smug smile. He was not in his wig but was in the dark green court dress perhaps for whatever business he had to take care of.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to join you?” he asked, half-meaning it.
Though he turned away after the quip and covered his eyes with his hand dutifully.
“N-no thank you! I…I’m sorry…I’m just not used…please don’t gape at me!” you begged.
“Y/N! It’s fine.”
He peeked over and you made sure to duck low enough in the tub. Sure enough, it was safe. The edge of the tub, the soapy water and your limbs could cover anything too private. Only your head, with your wet hair clinging to you was visible.
You placed your hands on your face in shame.
“It’s so silly- we’ve already made love, Grigor…but it’s you…and it’s my body I…and I still feel….” You mumbled out timidly.
“Y/N…it’s alright. I’m not used to having a wife bathing in my room! I should have knocked….”
A jealous image jolted in your brain. Maybe Georgiana bathed in this very place. Maybe that was why he said “wife” and not “woman.” Maybe he was out with her. But…he couldn’t. He just couldn’t…would he? You didn’t love him. You liked him. And he was your husband and you were his wife. That was enough.
He keeled to the floor, seeing you at eye level with the bathtub covering what needed to be hidden. Though when you turned your head around. Only your head, with wet hair clinging to your face, and your neck and shoulders were visible.
“I…I’ve visited your mother. She will be staying here for a week and so will the rest of your family. You aren’t a prisoner in here, Y/N. You can have her up or visit her apartments. Even today if you aren’t too tired…we can host a tea or dinner for her if I’m not busy. Whatever you would like to do today.”
A smile crept up on you that matched his. You noticed his ears sticking out childishly like a mouse’s ears.
“That does sound nice…I’d like it if she came over this afternoon,” you replied. “And…your-er-our apartments are very pretty. Comfortable. I don’t feel like I’m in prison at all…”
He placed his hand in the warm water and tested it, his fingers stroking it. You noticed how long and graceful his hands looked, swirling the soap as if it was some magic concoction.
“Did you know I have a couple manors…and more than one vineyard?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“Gifts from Peter to me. If I could perhaps talk to him for a bit…. we would go there. Have a real honeymoon. There’s one near my vineyard in the country in the west. The sunsets are stunning. And the wine’s not bad either. We could watch the sun over a bottle and get away from court for a little while…wouldn’t that be nice?” he offered.
You nodded, “yes, I would love to go there with you.”
“Wonderful. I’ll leave you be.”
He stepped and turned to the next room so you could finish bathing and dress in privacy. Part of you prayed maybe the emperor would listen to sense. If possible. Even one day away in the country drinking wine would be nice. And you could have worse company than Grigor.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
That afternoon, right as you were dressed for company in a simple burgundy dress and invited your mother to have afternoon tea with her in your new home. She was walked in. Running from Grigor’s side, you embraced her as if you had not seen her in a year. In front of the fire there was a third chair and tea and a few sandwiches. Sonya even barked on her arrival and wagged her tail.
It was just like it was two days ago. Almost.
Until a serf brought in Orlo in a bit of a hurry, his wig disheveled, a slab of some sauce possibly thrown across his jacket. His glasses even looked a little dirty and his hair disheveled.
“The emperor requests your presence immediately,” he parroted, looking at Grigor.
He sighed lightly, but bowed to your mother, gave you a kiss on your hand, patted Sonya’s head, and left.
“Y/N…you seem…you seem to like him,” she said.
“If I was going to be sold for everyone’s sake, at least it’s to a decent man,” you commented. “So many others aren’t as lucky.”
She took a sip of her tea. Sonya kept trying to stick her snout into the sandwiches and you shooed her away. Your mother laughed a little at the puppy’s antics. She even hopped up and tried to eye her for a bit of biscuit.
“Y/N, I received word this morning concerning the…you know…” she began.
Your grip on your teacup went cold.
“That the alliance is secured.” You said firmly. “Totally.”
Your stomach squirmed.
“Yes.”
“I did what I had to for all of us. I knew if I didn’t sleep with him soon, then everyone I love would be in danger. Grigor told me. Besides, it was my duty as his wife…it is my duty,” you said.
She leaned over closer, glancing to make sure no one was listening. She then placed two hands on your shoulders.
“Did he…did he force himself on you, as you feared? We’re alone, you can be honest.”
“No, he waited until I said yes.”
Your mother released a breath.
“Thank heavens!”
Setting down your cup, the emotions came pouring out.
“But Mama…that’s just one night! And were bound until death! There’s going to be so many more! It’s all so new and I just…right before it happens, I get so nervous!”
Looking down, you glanced at your stayed-up stomach beneath your dress. It looked normal. But who knows? You could be pregnant this very minute. Were you even ready to be a mother yourself?
“What can you…tell me about it?” she asked.
“I was…I was relaxed after it was over and I…I don’t even know what to think. I get nervous whenever he looks at me. I was bathing when he walked in and it scared me that he could gaze all over me. It just…it unnerves me!” you confessed. “And I already did it! How can that be?”
“Well, now you’re married, we can be more candid about it. I can finally talk about it. I understand being nervous. The first few times your father and I made love…”
“Mama, please!”
“It’s thrilling and scary. You’re just new. Y/N, I’ll have to go back home, so we better make use of this time but… but…you have no reason to be ashamed of it. Or too emboldened yet. It can be a beautiful act. And it can also be an awkward one…. just tell me what it is that tortures you and what you like and let’s see if I can help…”
You smiled and spoke with deep honesty to her. She advised you. Discussing everything. Far more details than the bits and pieces after your betrothal was announced. Although your ears burned with details of your parents you never wanted to think about, you found yourself learning more and more about your body and a bit of his and what happens and what to do.
The discussion was had even long after the sandwiches were finished in crumbs for Sonya to sneak licks of.
“I will be here for a little bit, we can discuss plenty more…you can also write, my dear.”
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was getting dark. Grigor was still not back yet since tea. You were thankful for the long talk with your mother, but she had been long gone and now you were awaiting his return.
The old man serf walked into the room with a tray of food.
“Monsieur Dymov sends his apologies. The emperor is keeping him long. He asked me to send you this,” he croaked kindly.
Thanking him, you accepted the tray. Dining alone as the night sky sparkled out of your window and the red walls grew from scarlet to garnet with the light’s dimming.
The clock from the hallway ticked with the hour as you wiped your mouth and ate the last bite of potato. Opening a cabinet in your bedroom, you found a familiar nightgown was pressed in there and changed into it.
You were knitting away on your bed as the fire crackled. Sonya sat up with you a while and tried to chew on the yarn and then contented herself with sitting at the edge of the bed sleepily. That scarf you were working on still wasn’t complete. You started the project not long before the Emperor called on your home and now…well, things were different now. It was halfway through though. It would take hours of work, but it was still there. Your fingers were still a little sore from being at the task for a while. It still helped you with your nerves of what your husband would be expecting of you.
The blankets over you were a dark green this time, changed so the dark ones could be cleaned. Sonya curled into a ball like a little brown decoration on the bed.
You reached for the brush on top of the chest next to you, placed away the scarf, and began to work on brushing your own hair when you heard footsteps and a few grunts. And it was none of the servants.
Part of you fretted it would be Peter. If you were alone with him who knew what would happen. But you saw Grigor walk inside. He had a white shirt that was open and darker pants with boots.
“I’m here! It too forever-we played tennis for hours! You can’t believe how many noses we could hit on the portraits!” he reported cheerily.
Taking off his boots. Sonya got up and greeted him. He bent down and began stroking her fur. It seemed comical to see such a large man with a squeaking puppy the size of his neck.
“Tennis? No meetings of state?” you asked.
“Not when he wants to complain! He was completely hungover, too. It was almost pitiful.” He added with a spark in his eye. Grinning, you recalled why he was hungover.
“Any vomiting with the tennis?”
“Had a bucket on the corner- poor fellow!”
You laughed a little bit at the image.
Though to your mixed delight and horror, he took off his shirt, pants, and breeches, climbing naked into bed. As beautiful and toned he was, you never slept next to any naked person. Much less a man. Keeping your eyes on only his face, you froze. Then you ducked to look at your hands. On one hand, this was your husband. Your anxieties wondered if any…part of him would awkwardly brush against you in the midst of sleep.
The bed shifted as he lifted the blanket and sat next to you.
“Yes, none at all, Y/N! Why I…oh…oh I….I’m sorry,” he apologized noticing your embarrassed face.
“It’s…it’s fine. I remembered you liked sleeping naked I’lll….I’ll just try to get used to it…”
“Let me…let me put on my breeches.”
He rushed out to shimmy it back on and then hopped back. Exhaling deep, you continued brushing a stubborn tangle in your hair. It till hadn’t recovered from the thousands of pins of yesterday. He paused, looking at you. You had sat up, holding your comb now with both hands and clutching it on your lap.
As you returned to brushing, he laid down on the pillow, watching you gently.
“What is it?”
He took a strand in his hand gently, playing with a wisp of your hair.
“Your hair is lovely. That’s a sight I could get used to- to see you just sit there and brush it.”
You bit your lip.
“Th-thank you, Grigor.”
As soon as you did, you pulled a strand away, revealing part of your neck. He went over to lean closer. You couldn’t help but stare at how attractive the hair on his chest made him. But your palms got sweaty and your heart was racing.
“Do…do you want to…I…” you felt yourself mumbling over as the sensation took over.
“Want to what?” he asked. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.
“It’s just….I’m…nothing’s wrong!” you insisted.
You looked up at him with a little sigh.
“You must think I’m a nun, Grigor. I just…I know it’s my duty to…to please you…” you confessed, looking down at your shift, fingers clutched as if ready to pull it up and have it over with.
Besides, wasn’t it true that men were always rabbits in heat? And their wives were bound to lie down and let them at it?
“I…it doesn’t matter what I want, what do you want?” he said.
“You mean…I don’t have to make love to you tonight if I don’t want to?” you questioned, blinking.
“It’s simple as that…” he said with a shrug.
He took both of your hands, gently rubbing his thumb over yours.
“Remember yesterday? I promised you that you have my protection. You’ll always be safe with me, Y/N. Not just with last night. Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to.”
“Well, I…I’m really tired after yesterday and I…I just want to sleep…”
“May I at least kiss you goodnight?”
“Yes…”
You placed your hands on his face to guide yours and he kissed you sweetly. You could taste his dinner, but you didn’t mind. Though once you let go, he trailed a kiss down to your neck and you felt yourself let out a sound at it. It tickled a little and your stomach was churning again at the feeling of his lips there.
“Grigor…”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you…thank you for the tray…I was hungry.”
“Thank you for being patient. He is my ruler, but you are my wife. We can have dinner tomorrow.”
“Alright, I command it,” you joked.
He leaned forward and kissed you chastely with a smile, cupping your face. You smiled into it and when you pulled away, you found you had held your breath during it.
“Alright, Y/N…good night.”
Blowing out the candles, your room was submerged in darkness.
But you fell asleep lying across from each other. Close enough to feel each other’s breath. And without being very aware of it, your hand wandered to his and held it right as you drifted away. But it was nice to feel him next to you and feel him nuzzle at you. Soon your exhaustion won, and you were asleep.
At one point when you woke up in the middle of the night and saw the outline of his bare chest rising and falling slowly. You nestled closer and placed your head on it, not minding the feeling of his body. His arm reached around for you. Accepting it, you fell back asleep.
The next afternoon was cool and the trees were orange and autumnal. You recognized the rest of your family in a party outside the palace. Everyone had their warmest coats and cornered hats. A couple of wigged serfs carried small brown bags right by their heels.
Grigor and you walked out to the start of the woods in outdoor coats and hats topped on your heads. You rushed over to embrace them at once. They called “Y/N! Hello,” and gave multiple hugs of greeting as Grigor stood aside to let you have a moment.
Though you noticed your brother frowned when he saw your husband. Giving him only a bob of his head.
As your family headed off where the palace ended and the woods began, you felt Grigor brush by you. You shook off a few leaves that fell on your dark blue skirt.
“Is it…is it safe?” you ask.
“I know every pathway. There are gardens and little buildings here and there. I’ve played here since I was a child-It’s more than safe.”
“I must confess I haven’t explored much on my own. The gardens are still confusing to me. I can’t imagine what the forest will be like…”
An idea struck you and you paused. In the distance you heard a few doves cooing in a tree in front of you.
“Do you think…” you began.
“Think what?”
“Maybe in the mornings, or the late afternoon, when Peter hasn’t called you, we can see more of the gardens and the palace. Even the woods. I’ll bring Sonya on a leash. We can all walk. Together,” you suggested.
He gave you a crinkled smile. Leaning forward so that his grey wig shifted to the side from his head.
“That…that’s a grand idea Y/N,” he replied. “So help me, you aren’t getting lost.”
Picking up your pace, you both caught up with the party. There were bits of conversation to catch up that felt like older times. And you were grateful for the lack of a certain brash emperor to stir feathers. The only feathers that would be stirring were that of the birds spotted in trees. Easy targets. The men reached for the guns near their thighs and began shooting.
Your father was surprisingly excited about it. He managed to get a small robin, and everyone clapped. Grigor was impressive but was better at brighter colored birds than something duller. The servants ran after the birds and stuffed them into the bags.
After some time of fetching, walking beneath crunching leaves, and some relaxed, light conversation concerning your friends back home, there was a yelp from your brother.
“Look there! A big one!” he cried.
You turned your head to look for this mighty bird. It was a crow, cawing in mockery above. Your father reaching up to aim.
“Arh! My blasted eyes! I can hardly see it!” he cursed, moving slowly as the bird hopped between trees.
You followed with your mother and sister-in-law, chin up to where the large back bird was headed. And then you heard a gruff sound behind you.
Urf!
Two figures were missing from the others chasing after the bird. Turning around, you could make out some angry whispers. Walking closer, you looked and saw where. Your brother had somehow grabbed Grigor by the collar and pinned him against a tree with his pistol. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes almost red with rage as he spat onto his face.
“I know you did, you bastard! Secured alliance my arse-you deserve to have your head chopped off!”
“What do you mean?” Grigor insisted, eyes large and his face white.
“You deranged pervert! My sister is one of the best women I know, and you torture her like that!”
“I’ve done nothing!”
“You’re a scoundrel among men! And I don’t know what is stopping me from the pleasure of blowing your brains out!” your brother hissed.
Heart leaping, you did not doubt he would pull the trigger on him.
“I know how you Russians are- And everyone knows how happy Catherine is with her husband, how will you be any better with Y/N! Much less, what you did to her!”
You cry out your brother’s name and he turned to see you. Picking up your skirts, you run in between them, placing yourself in front of Grigor. Your arms reach out to shield him. You feel his breath huffing quickly in nervousness and so does yours.
“Stop it! What did you think happened?”
“Y/N, we got a letter bragging about how he forced himself on you and expects us to congratulate him! I won’t stand for any man who treats you-“
“He did not rape me the other night, I consented!” you interrupted.
A few hairs flew free from your hat. You felt your hands ball into fists. Again your own privacy concerning your body was being tossed around and displayed publicly.
“What?”
“I consented to consummate the marriage. Grigor never forced himself on me. And he promised he would. I know you’re protecting me, but I won’t you let hurt him- stop being ridiculous!”
Glancing back, Grigor’s eyes were the size of robin’s eggs. His jaw was slack and he was frozen in place, but his posture softened from your protection.
“Sir…may I add, is this the way you thank your patron?” he asked.
Your brother blinked. His hand holding the gun relaxed in mid-air.
“P-patron?” he asked.
“Do you know who covered the fees for your travels? The bill for the hotel?”
“It…it was a gift. Anonymous. I thought it was from our tenets or from the Russian court so we could…” your brother responded.
“It was from the Russian court. Because I fucking sent it. I begged Peter to let you come to the wedding and be with Y/N the day we departed for Russia. I had to nag him every day for weeks and weeks. Can you imagine nagging your damn sovereign?! But he finally agreed. I paid every penny just to have you be taken here and have a roof over your head the whole time! It’s because of me you aren’t away at your home wondering if you’d even see her again!” he said in frustration.
It was your turn to drop your jaw and turn your head around.
“You…you did that? But…why anonymous!” he asked
“It was in case Peter fucking disagreed! And he would have if I didn’t spend out of my own damn pocket! If it were that, I would have sent Y/N to the hotel to see all of you.” Grigor explained.
Your brother was aghast, and you blinked in surprise.
“Why? Why all this…for me? For us?” you blurted.
“I didn’t want bad blood with my in-laws! And Y/N your face- the look you had when our carriage was pulling away after the contract was signed…it haunted me. How scared, and miserable you seemed…I had to do something about it. I was practically stealing you away from everyone you’ve loved and known…I thought it would at least make you happy. It would make everyone happy. So, I did it.”
He nodded, looking down at you with his anger flushed out and his features softening.
Ears burning, you nearly clutched his hand as you processed what he did. Your brother sheathed his pistol.
“Forgive me…. she’s my sister and I…I was scared that I failed to protect her…” he apologized.
You soon heard footsteps and the others following suit. You felt Grigor’s gloved hand clutching yours as you both walked up, your brother in front of them.
“Why, what is it?” your sister in law asked, arms akimbo as she reached him. “We’ve been looking for you for a while!”
“I…uh, saw a rabbit and we raced to catch it, honey…” your brother answered with a quiver in his lip.
She rolled her eyes but got his arm anyway.
“Well, at least you’re safe. I thought we heard a bit of fighting,” she added, kissing his forehead.
Looking up, you felt Grigor walk forward, suggesting.
“Sir… join me after dinner, I have a bottle from Kiev. Let’s crack it open and enjoy a little mano e mano chat…we only need to know each other better. Is that good?”
“Yes that…that’s good,” your brother nodded, allowing his wife to loop her arm around his and lead him away.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There must have been a little magic stored in that bottle. You sensed that after dinner you should leave them alone for them to drink and talk it out, especially since guns would not be involved. Though you could not help but place your ear outside the door that led to your apartment.
Though as you sat outside the hall, listening through as Sonya panted in your arms, you heard a clearing of a throat. Turning, you saw Mariol holding a book.
“The Empress asked wanted me to know, have you ever read Rousseau?” she asked sharply.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Then she wanted to give you this as a late wedding present. And for me to say that you’re free to visit her to talk about it. Count yourself lucky she likes you,” she added honestly.
Biting your lip, you thanked Mariol and accepted the thin book bound in red. Sonya sniffed at it in your other arm.
As much as you wanted to glance through the pages, you heard ridiculous laughs from your brother. Chuckling as Grigor chatted about a whistle that could summon an army of ducks from the back yard. But it was your brother’s silly, relaxed, happy laughter. The one of the happy boy you grew up with and not the man who almost killed your husband hours ago.
Poking in your head at the crack of the door shyly, you saw that they were enjoying a roasting fire next to them. Heads turned to acknowledge you. You shied away at first, but Grigor gestured you over.
“Ah! My darling Y/N…. come join us, please!”
“Isn’t this a man conversation?” you asked teasingly.
“I can make an exception!” he said, sipping his vodka.
Grinning you obliged, setting down the dog to be at your side and putting the book away. You allowed your husband to lean against you and clutch your hand. The sensation made you nearly feel a little dizzy. Even greeting him with a kiss on the cheek as a thanks for your cup of Kiev vodka. And your brother’s eyes didn’t redden this time. In fact, he gave you a toothy grin like the kind you shared when you ate sweets as children. When he fell asleep that night, you found yourself happy to see him smiling but secretly a touch disappointed. And you knew why.
That next night you waited for him to return from Peter’s request to dine and play who knows what games. Your heart was beating fast as you gave your hair a quick brush through, just as he liked it. Admiring the green laid on the walls in contrast to the red, you heard him mutter something to his servant. But you kept thinking of him- how he kept you safe on that night, how he shared the vodka with you, and the personal sacrifices he made to bring your family to you for the wedding. That and the image of his bare chest rising and falling in the middle of the night made you suddenly burn and ache for him when he left. And you wanted to do something about it.
There was the orange glow of the candles and the rest was taken care of by the night sky.
“Y/N? Y/N, where are…”
You wore your green robe and sat down on the bed at the end. Grigor walked into the room and then froze. Beneath your robe there was nothing else and he noticed.
“Hello, I’m here…”
“Hello…” he greeted. His pupils growing wide.
“I…I want to be yours tonight…if you’ll have me…And I’m just as nervous, but I want you too much for that…”
You walked up in front of him and touched his face gently.
“You…you want me? Do you want me?” he asked, almost in confusion.
“I want you. Now take me, husband,” you said.
He was on you in a heartbeat, his hands undid the knot holding your robe together. And though a jolt of nerves shot through you, you buried yourself in kissing him back too much to focus on it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There was a peaceful week following. Dinners, teas, and visits. Drinks between you, your brother, and Grigor as the alcohol burned your throat and the fire toasted your sides. Numerous visits and talks. And nights where you slowly got more comfortable with yourself and Grigor and connecting through your bodies and not being ashamed of it.
In a blink of an eye, it was a week done. And your mother’s apartment was filled with her luggage.
The other three met you and Grigor in front of the palace as their carriage together trotted up. You embraced your father and mother constantly. You felt yourself cry when at the sound of the hoofbeats. Your father kissed your forehead, “my darling girl, I’ll miss you so much.”
Your mother gave you an extra hug and said “your father and I will always love you, no matter what.”
Your sister-in-law made promises to write and you swore to include details of whatever mischief little Sonya got into with an attempted sketch.
While Grigor shook the hands of each of them he paused before your brother. Hesitantly.
“I didn’t know you well…I hope you will forgive me,” your brother confessed. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did…I love my sister and I was worried for her safety, her happiness.”
“I promise you- your sister will want for nothing under my care.”
“Even if the Emperor…?”
Both of you froze. You seemed to have overlooked it. But your brother’s gaze was serious.
“He’s my friend, she’ll be safe even with him,” he answered. Although a sad glimmer in his eye told you that there was a memory in his head that was saying otherwise.
Now you were truly alone, you thought. And with a ruler who was both a great help but could also be a great threat to you. You recalled the way he oogled you and suggested you come to his bedchamber that first night as a compliment to the royal guest and you felt yourself shrink once the carriage door closed.
Before you knew it, you were trembling, and you started to sob. Grigor took your shoulder and shushed you. He opened his mouth but stopped himself. What was there to even say?
There that coachmen and those horses were, taking your family further and further away. No more reading with your mother. No more eating with your father. No more discussing plays with your brother and his wife or anything. A part of your life. Your childhood. Your adolescence. Your youth. All you had known. All you had been raised with was leaving. That a part of you was dead and a new life with new, wild, frightening people was beginning. This time your mother wasn’t there to squeeze your hand and talk about anything. Your sister-in-law couldn’t make you laugh. Your father couldn’t put an arm around you when you cried. And your brother couldn’t rush a man into the woods with a loaded gun to protect you.
Grigor looked down at you and placed an arm around your shoulder. You leaned into him into a half embrace as the carriage holding your family disappeared in the distance like melting snow.
Taglist: @retropetalss @queenlover05 @joeslee (thank you for your insight when I couldn’t decide the ending!) @grigorlee @itsametaphorgwil @always-a-fairycat @foxinaforestofstars @simonedk @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @queenlover05 @xviiarez @kiainspace @gwilymleeisbae @writeroutoftime @staradorned @iwritefanficnotprophecies @panagiasikelia @marshmxllowfluf
