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The Tsarina of Russia, felt her heart flutter as her husband Aleksander spoke to her. She had never expected to feel this way about him, but the way he looked at her and the gentle touch of his hand made her realize that she could, maybe, eventually and (was indeed in fact falling for him) one day fall for with him. As they walked together, she couldn’t help but smile at him. She noticed how he was trying to balance the formalities of royal protocol with his desire to be close to her. She appreciated his effort, and it only made her appreciate and care for him more. When he spoke of wanting to dance with her, she felt a rush of excitement. She had always loved dancing, and the thought of dancing with her husband made her heart skip a beat.

“Of course, my dear,” Helena replied, her voice soft and filled with warmth. “I would love to dance with you.” She took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch, and allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor. As they moved together, she felt her heart swell with love and affection for him. She knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, but she was excited to see where it would lead.

As the clock struck midnight, the grand ballroom began to clear out. Helena and Aleksander, both exhausted from the night’s festivities, made their way towards the exit. As they walked towards their rooms, Helena couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing for her husband’s company.“My Tzar,” she said, turning towards him. “Would you be willing to spend the night in my chamber tonight?” @tzar-alek

Alek’s chest puffed out about twice the size, if he was looking at himself he would have called himself ridiculous by now. But it was the sort of pride one must have when they felt as though they were winning the affections of the tsarina. But it was beginning to sink in beyond that he was actually winning the heart of his wife. Yes they were matched on paper before ever in person but he had come to regard her formidability and her presence in this past year.

Smiling when she so easily agreed to come dance with him. That was her presence, that easy way of making everything look effortless. Whether it was the mundane things he taunted her for in the past being working class things or less working class and more proper russian royal things she did them with equal finesse. Like dancing here. That smile wouldnt fade, no if this situation was going to hell even after this he would still be smiling like a fool through it.

Alek was undeniably quite please with the events of this ball. If this was the bookend it would end on he could got to bed a happy man.then she stopped his tracks with her next words. She was actually inviting him into her chambers, a new step for the couple in so many ways.”Of course my love” he said it so casually like he had said it there whole marriage but he wanted it to be that authentic.

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Tatiyana listened to her brother’s words carefully, sensing a hint of defensiveness in his tone. She knew that Alek was not used to being questioned, especially by his younger sister, but she also knew that she had to voice her concerns about his marriage. "I understand that you are trying to make this marriage work, brother,” she said, her voice softening. “But it takes more than just time and getting used to each other. You both have to be willing to put in the effort to make it successful.”

She could see that her words were having an impact on Alek, and she continued. “I know that you want what is best for our kingdom, but you also have to consider your own happiness. A marriage built solely on duty and obligation will not bring you true fulfillment.” Tatiyana paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I just want you to be happy, Alek. And I will support you in whatever decision you make, but I urge you to consider your own feelings in this matter."She hoped that her words would sink in, and that her brother would realize that he deserved happiness just as much as anyone else. @tzar-alek

There was a silence that fell over him. For all his hostility and huffing like a kettle he took measure in her words. She actually had a fair point. It wasnt a enough just to put time and effort into a relationship. He wouldnt satisfy her with a verbal response but maybe he didnt have too.

It was dangerous, or rather it could be just to give into his sister’s kind words. But he was going to let himself in this moment. “I can’t promise anything on the matter.” That was hime processing it all getting comfortable with this completely uncomfortable feeling of actually taking a moment and listening to another person. Then of course granting himself the thought of even pondering what his heart might want. No He knew what it wanted but permission to go after it. “Thank you” He said in actual honesty.

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Helena’s heart fluttered as she saw Alek’s face light up upon seeing her. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth spread throughout her body at the sight of him, and she found herself smiling back at him in return. It was comforting to see that he was seeking out familiarity and comfort with her, and it made her feel all the more special to him. She took his offered arm, and though it wasn’t the usual Russian protocol, she didn’t mind. It felt nice to be close to him, to feel his warmth and his presence. She walked with him, feeling a sense of ease settle over her. It was as if they were the only two people in the room, and everything else faded away into the background.

For the longest of time the Tsarina was torn between her head and her heart. She had made a vow to herself, to hate him, but here she was, meaning her words. Aleksander Romanov was her adversary, husband, Tzar and now love. Helena’s heart skipped a beat at Alek’s compliment. It was so easy for him to say, and yet it held so much weight. She could feel the affection and love in his words, and it made her heart swell with happiness. “Thank you, Alek,” she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “Is there anything you wish to accomplish by tonight?”

Alek was the luckiest man here, and he knew it. Less kicking himself more present only pulled here by her wonderful smile. Yeah he couldnt be fawning all over her in royal protocol but he could learn the balance and tonight was a good trial run of that. Alek walked beside her. But his hand laid out-towards her, just gently brushing against hers even if the formality begged they couldnt hold hands right now.

Her words carried such weight in this moment. The Tsar who was so flawless at comebacks and appearances was now stumbling over what he should say next. Should he say anything next. “I...” he cleared his throat regaining hismelf despite the fact her beauty was still there and every bit a distraction “ There is plenty i would like to do tonight but the first of which is dancing” The flawless composure back when he was wooing his wife.

Helena smiled softly, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her at the gentle touch of her husband’s hand. “It’s my mothers ring, my love,” she replied, looking up at him with a fond expression. “Just a small reminder of home that I keep with me.” She took his hand in both of hers, running her fingers over his skin in a gentle caress.

Helena descended the grand staircase in her stunning ball gown, the intricately beaded fabric shimmering in the candlelight. She felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as she made her way towards her husband, who stood waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. As she approached him, she couldn’t help but notice the vulnerable look in his eyes, and she knew that their conversation from a few days ago was still weighing heavily on his mind. “Good evening, my love,” she said, offering him a warm smile as she took his arm. “You look quite dashing tonight.”

Alek would continue the touch, carefully examining a ring he saw a thousand times before. Felt like a fool he was only learning now it was her mother’s but hadnt they made some non verbal agreement they would leave the past in the past and try on this new start. Alek eyes still going back to the ring didnt matter much admiring the ring this point but more so their newfound sensuality in the simple act of touching.

Alek’s face actually lit up seeing her. Something so painfully rare prior to this. Gone was the man conflicted when he saw her, just a new feeling of seeking out comfort and familiarity with her now. Less questioning more just looking to find it with her. he couldnt stop smiling when she approached him. Him offering out his arm for her, not the russian protocol but wanting to anyway. Did she mean it? Her love? For sake he really hoped she did. “Well you are completely radiant” compliments so much easier to him now when his heart was so full of affection for her.

She listened intently as Alek spoke, half grateful that he acknowledged the truth of her words about their forced marriage. However, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of frustration at his insistence on downplaying Helena’s role in the situation. "Of course, brother, I never meant to paint Helena as the only victim in this situation,“ Tatiana replied calmly, trying to keep the conversation on track. "But that doesn’t mean we should resign ourselves to a life of misery. I understand the necessity of this marriage, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to make the best of it.”

Alek’s defensive tone did not go unnoticed by Tatiyana, but she chose to let it slide for now. She was pleased, however, to hear him acknowledge the importance of their union and the role that fate may play in their lives. "I agree, fate has a way of working things out for us,“ The grand princess nodded. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t take control of our own destinies. I suggest you should let her in and who knows maybe she falls for you and you for her.”

“You make it sound as if you are a part of this marriage.” Alek said his guard still up from his sister’s previous words. But he reminded himself to calm for he didnt want anyone to get the better of him or assume he was any less actually trying to make this a calm promise for them all. “Time will do all the necessary work, we will both get more use to this marriage” His corners softening the conversation helping for it went into a neutral space.

“Perhaps” He offered up he wasnt about to have a heart to heart on this matter with his sister. She was no head of state and would never see herself as a authority in his kingdom but he was unavoidably softening on the subject. “But again the perfect situation has to arise for that to be on the table as well.” Wasnt giving what that perfection condition was outloud but that would be his wife showing she was just as interested in him.

Helena listened attentively as her husband, Aleksander, spoke of the beauty he saw in her. His words struck a chord within her, filling her with a sense of warmth and affection. She smiled softly, feeling grateful for the moment they were sharing. The Tsarina looked down, feeling slightly self-conscious. For years, she had worked hard to maintain a certain image in the eyes of the court, to appear composed and unflappable. But now, as her husband saw her in a new light, she felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet strangely liberated. “Oh, my dear Aleksander,” she said in a sultry voice, “if you have seen me a thousand times before, then I can only imagine what other secrets you have been keeping from me.”

As the Tsar expressed his feelings, Helena couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability. This was uncharted territory for both of them, and she wasn’t entirely sure where it would lead. Yet she was willing to let the moment guide them, to see where it would take them. Helena felt a mixture of emotions - excitement, apprehension, and a growing sense of affection for her husband. She appreciated his efforts to be kinder to her, to acknowledge her as a sensual being, and to take their relationship in a new direction. In response, the woman simply smiled and took Aleksander’s hand. “I too feel that we have turned an important corner,” she said softly. “Let us see where this path takes us. I have planned something nice for us tonight”

He could see it in Helena too the effects of this newfound territory on them both. He smirked not in the same way he would have the day before but now the quite novelty of them similarly feeling the same way in these moments. “Only good secrets I assure.” Mentally pushing away the thousands of things of. particular nature he did before.

Time, if this was to come to anything he had to not be a brute, he had to take his time. He couldnt ramhead’s his way through this situation. Alek was finding her more and more attractive as the time of this went on. Reaching out to take her hand in his as well. “What is that?” Thumb running along her hand. All harsh and demands gone from his tone replaced by a kind and inquisitive voice.

Time Skip to Ball

It had been just a few days since their rather deep conversation. Alek was feeling terribly vulnerable in her presence even now still despite all that had taken place that night. It was not a bad thing, it was just a noticeable thing to him. They would be expected to attend this ball together. They were married for sake. But he allowed her to get prepared without the stress of him carrying about around her. He waited patiently for her come down the stairs from their guest quarters, dressed in his finest least royal formalwear,

#--in conversation--

As Helena took a seat, she couldn’t help but notice the unusual tone in Alek’s voice. It was as if he was in a daze, lost in the beauty of the moment. She smiled softly, realizing that perhaps he was seeing her in a new light, and it made her feel appreciated, her cheeks were turning pink. “Thank you, Alek,” Helena said, taking his hand in hers. “I feel so grateful to be here with you, in this moment.” She looked around the room, taking in the opulence and luxury of it all, and felt a sense of contentment wash over her.

“I must confess, I never thought I would see you like this,” she continued, her eyes searching his face. “It’s as if you’re seeing me for the first time, and I can’t help but feel a bit shy.” She laughed softly, hoping to ease the tension she sensed in the air. “But it’s a good feeling, Alek. A very good feeling.”

It was as if violin cords had struck in his eyes and produced the most beautiful backdrop to stay fascinated with her just a moment longer than he had ever expected. The soft silk against her soft skin, her uncontrollable wild locks attempted to be down at the sides of her face making an altogether sensual portrait. Perhaps the most inviting of things that had graced his quarters in a long time. “Well I quite enjoy being in this moment with you” It was perhaps the most full statement of his true feelings ever. This whole act becoming much easier with every moment that passed. It was like learning a new skill.

Furrowing his brow, he couldn’t exactly catch up to her thoughts. Then it came to him. Yes it came to him a couple times to be perhaps kinder to her. It was a terribly new arena for them both, just as she admitted to this feeling he himself didn’t know , couldnt anticipate exactly where this was going and he was going to let the moment lead them. “I have seen you a thousand times before..” though admittedly not as the sensual being he just did. “I do feel like we turned a important corner.” he chastely left it at.

#--in conversation--

The sun had set and the moon was high in the sky when Helena emerged from her chambers. She wore a stunning, long blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The fabric flowed down to the floor in a train of soft silk that shimmered in the candlelight. The dress had a plunging neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage, and thin spaghetti straps that delicately held it up on her shoulders. Her hair was swept up into an elegant chignon, with a few loose tendrils framing her face. Her ladies had helped her get ready for tonight, it was the first time Helena made an effort. As she made her way towards his rooms, the doors opened for her entrance. The tsarina was at awe, she walks over to him and places a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Alekander this is lovely. Thank you.” She smiles warmly at him, hoping to ease any worries or doubts he may have had.

Alek is actually in awe of her so much so he cant quite find reason when she walked in the door. Quite a rarity for him. The sliver of light from the moon had made her shimmer like all the silver pieces in the world. Helena shined in this moment. helena was a esquisitely beautiful women and any man would be fool not to notice that but today he had the unique pain of knowing this was all his and he had ignored it for so.. He felt like a fool this was perhaps the first time she unfailing shined in his eyes, but was it not better now than never? “You are most welcome love” His words a mix of to be believed but almost not to be believed from him. Her touch steadying him. He waved his arm for her to find a space she felt comfortable sitting in “Please” He said terribly politely.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 trying to follow up his steps. Still, the punch she gave to him, hurt her hand, but she observed him moving her hands in the right position. Once more she tries one punch but this time on the air, and protecting herself, but once more fails on it. ❛ I don’t think I meant, for this. ❜ She says frustrated.

It did not take even a wise man to see how disappointed in her own fighting she was. Alek pitied her, but on the other hand she seemed very let down like this, like there was some urgency behind it. “You must not be made at yourself..you werent born a fighter..”

He wasn’t certain of this. This choice or this space. Still the voice loudly in his head told to be wary of her, not let her all the way in. But just because he ahd these now fleeting thoughts did not mean he couldn’t make his own chambers presentable for the impending visit. Complete with some prepared foods she may or may not enjoy. Somewhat tidied and definitely a tad more candles. He stood there in the center of the room he owned waiting upon her, only prepared to judge each second as it came.

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Tati requested her ladies to leave the room. She could sense this was a delicate subject and the woman did not wish to have prying eyes. In this moment, the grand princess chose to be honest with her brother. “My dear Aleksander, I understand your concerns about the future of our family and the need for an heir to carry on our legacy. But please remember that our actions have consequences, and resorting to drastic measures to secure an heir may do more harm than good in the long run.We must also consider the well-being and happiness of the individuals involved, including Helena’s and the future children. It would not be fair to force someone into a loveless marriage or to subject a child to a life of unhappiness and oppression.” She hoped her brother would be receptive. After all she was coming from a genuine place. “Instead, why don’t you take this time to know your wife, choose her and maybe make her fall in love with you, and let nature take its course. We must have faith that the universe will provide us with what we need, as long as we act with kindness and respect towards others.“

He was half grateful his sister thought to clear out this place in order for them to talk more deeply on the matter. Fundamentally the Czar did not disagree with his sister’s words. “I was also forced into this marriage. Let’s not make Helena the complete victim here.” Wasnt like he would whine about it but Helena didnt deserve the only spot of cast into this marriage. “I wouldn’t do drastic measures.” he bit back his tone from earlier only getting worse. “But we both know the point and the necessity of this marriage” Alek was sure not to let his sister know how right she was in this conversation she had good points and rationale but god forbid he let he know this, she might actually be growing confident in herself, “I much more believe fate let’s what happen what is supposed to be granted to us.” His wall greatly going up.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 at the Tsar, waiting for his next words. The Italian blonde was still confused about what she was supposed to do. Self-defense is like chess?! The blonde had no notion of her own strength, sometimes she can be strong or weak. It all needs some practice. There is she… Doing something she wasn’t allowed to do. It is not like there is anyone in Italy around her right now to prevent her to do stuff. ❛ Of course… Like this?! ❜ She gives a full punch to his chest, thinking his chest was Narisa’s head, and she went with all fury in that punch. ❛ Ouch! That’s hurt! ❜ She went to heaven and hell in a nick of time, and her strength wasn’t really that strong to injure anyone who fights (most likely tickle anyone bigger), she massage her own hand. ❛ How do you all motherfuckers fight with this metal thing?! Unfair! ❜ It was a certain way to talk to a Tsar? Absolutely not. The Italian princess at times has a sailor’s mouth. Her lips has a brain on its own, and she didn’t really think before she talks. Hence in general she is the silent one.

Impossibly amused at her actions. Yes her punch could in the square of his chest feel like a hit to the chest would but it seemed to hurt her much more than it touched him. “You’ll get use to the pain in a punch, but you might want to angle up your wrist a bit more and close your fist like this.” he raised a brow simply.”And let’s not get started on how much you opened up yourself for attack in there, before you even threw the first punch” AT this time he let go of her fist. “You have to protect yourself first, keep your elbows close to you before you even throw something like that.” he reason backing away giving her space to make her next move.

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katya could sense the challenge within aleksander’s words. that was just his nature, and she was used to it by now. every conversation an opportunity to test them, ever meeting a chance to play with their emotions. she knew that her reactions only exacerbated it, that if she showed more backbone, or even less care, then he’d stop finding it all so satisfying. but when she got on his good side, he let her continue to spend his money and throw her parties and hide from her fear of him. there were always benefits to conforming.

her next words were slow and considered.

“my mind is occupied by this recent tragedy. i do feel terrible for the poor family, though i’m glad that none of our family were harmed. not,” she rushed to add, “that they would be, with you as our head. none would dare strike at the romanovs.”

Oh definitely he could hear within her words the attempt to appease him for her own gain, her flattery of him was a dead giveaway. He could think about the aspects of her slight manipulation to get what she wants, or he could celebrate the fact he has one sibling in line and this she is his example for the rest. With this he puts on a gloating smile.

“I would never let that happen to our family” It was perhaps the most honest words he had spoken in days. But this was the convector of his true purpose and his true desire to protect his family.

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it was not, perhaps, her finest work, but it would be sufficient to appease aleksander for now, and that was all that katya needed. as long as she remained a good little lamb, he would never be too displeased with her. she had that above her siblings at least.

for all his faults katya knew that he was not lying to her. aleksander would never let any harm that he had not contrived himself befall her, and her hand in marriage was too good of a tool for him to damage her permanently in any way. he kept her safe. perhaps that was why she had never rebelled against him.

“i hope you did not suffer too much worry, before the identity of the deceased was revealed.”

He made a calculated move in that moment, not his most effort needed for it . To side step any discussions of possible weaknesses and focus back on her. Mayhaps buy him so in roads thinking of his siblings feelings.

“I did not. However how are you? genuinely”

His last words quite pointed. All his siblings had sad songs of a life thus far and he had means to not care but see them in a better position. This was certainly to be seen as a buy into his sister’s life. Keep the unfailing good perceptions of him rolling.

#--in conversation--

Helena was a mystery to most men and it won’t come to a surprised if she was one to her husband. It was a marriage of persuasion when she was chosen to marry the future tsar. Her father would have more power, titles, lands, and the honor of claiming that his only daughter is Russia’s Tsarina. His blood would flow through the veins of future Tsars, and that would suffice. She realized she could do whatever she wanted after she married. Helena had plenty of lovers to keep her busy, but she wasn’t happy. She was alone and in a loveless marriage.

Part of her wished to be loved and worshiped by her husband, but she couldn’t. Aleksander’s crown was the downfall of her happiness, but it was the result of her fathers’ pride and greed. She must hate him for her own sake. But she was passionate, and she desired him and only him; how long can Helena despise him? She looked down at her hands, noticing her ring. “Should I expect you tonight? I thought we can take this opportunity to get to know each other.” She couldn’t look up at him, because the mere thought of him seeing her cheeks turn pink by the suggestion would only want him more.

Again this rare vulnerability in this woman he went rounds and rounds of angry words and occasional sex with. He couldn’t help but feel he had not earned this kindness in her. He felt it every second in the shift and every second that feeling grew stronger urging him away and distant again from her. But this time he didnt. This time he allowed the words to draw him close.

The restless anger in him wanted to tell her he knew everything he needed to know about her. He would for this one night push away the thoughts of her other lovers, how easily she could break his heart and just be with her. “I don’t see a argument against this.” It could be discerned by anyone else a short and abrupt but for him it was a whole changing of his direction. he even dared give a smile at the end of his words

#--in conversation--

𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 she approached the Tsar, unsure of what or where to start. ❛ Basic self-defense, perhaps? ❜ She was clearly in doubt about what she should do next. The only physical activity she used to do was swimming. ❛ I know how to slap. ❜ Well, Narisa and Laurie can tell how good she is at it. But that was self-defense right?!

He could read the unsuredness coming off of her. Usually he’d be a tiger in the forest, seeking out more of her weaknesses to exploit them. But there was nothing for him to gain in this situation. “Well I am sure slapping can get you far but if you would like we could show you better ways to use your whole arms?” His question ending with a raised brow.

#--in conversation--

“My dear late husband Dimitri was very protective of me. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight, always needing me to be close to him“ that was half a lie, it was a way to sugar coat the constant abuse she endured. but tatiyana was a good liar, she had always been good at it. “I am sure she will be delighted” Tati expressed playing the role of dutiful sister and loyal servant to the Tsar of Russia. “Only time can tell, brother” she confessed, drinking once again from her cup.

There was actually a moment of humanity in him, a moment he let the mask slip and he thought of his sister in that marriage and he felt sadness for what she suffered. But just as his sister mask rose again, so did his. “I fear what would happen if things dont go our way” A very veiled statement born out of his own concern and anxiety about a heir not coming forth eventually.

#--in conversation--#anxiety mention tw

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