#Girgor Dymov imagine

[likesomekindofcheese]

Promised Part Ten

Word Count: 5K

Pairing: Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader

Summary: You are married to Count Grigor Dymov of Russia to keep an alliance between the Russian crown and your family safe. But you realize you have grown to love him and he has fallen for you. You are forced apart during the Coup and once you return to the palace, you are tricked to believe Grigor betrayed you for Marial. You are heartbroken. Only for Georgiana to reveal the truth- Grigor has resisted Marial's seductions for you. However, she is desperate to have him, at any cost...

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Warnings for the chapter: swearing, mentions of violence, discussions of sex, and cheating. Some spicy stuff but nothing too explicit except for one sentence. IDeas I stole from other mediums lovingly or hatefully.

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Nothing's gonna hurt you baby As long as you're with me you'll be just fine Nothing's gonna hurt you baby Nothing's gonna take you from my side- "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex

Peter was delighted and surprised by the sight of his best friend rushing into his chambers as he was greeting and petting the new truffle hunting dogs.

“Ah! Grigor! What a delight I-“

His friend looked pale, and his lower lip quivered. He fell on his knees, pleading before his sovereign.

“Peter, please forgive me, but very soon- I have to leave…”

Peter blinked, glancing over at Arkady, who tilted his head until petting the soft fur of the dogs.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

Grigor got up and grabbed his friend by the shoulders.

“I need to leave…Peter, please assure me…you will be absolutely fucking  safe! I couldn’t live with myself if you or Y/N were in danger and…for her safety, I must leave for a while. Please promise me all is well with you and you will be safe and happy even!”

“Well, shit-I will be! You’re not some fucking prisoner here- you’re free to leave with your wife, Grigor! And You won’t believe it, I’m eating Catherine’s pussy nightly!”

“Your talents are paying off, of course! Great! “Wonderful! Be safe and do nothing stupid!” he pleaded his friend.

“When do I? Peter replied.

They hugged each other before Grigor departed like a deer being hunted.

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You had reread the letter again, making sure everything was correct. It couldn’t be true. It seemed too good to be true. That this all was a lie. That Grigor never betrayed you for another woman. That he wasn’t about to leave you for her. That such things never happened in the first place. Part of you laughed with slight embarrassment over your actions from the past few weeks. The other part of you couldn’t help but smile. You pressed the letter to your heart and sank to you knees in your dress.

An absent-minded Catherine entered. Her face warm and hazy from how heavy she slept and her beautiful blonde hair in disarray.

“Y/N… hope you didn’t mind! I didn’t sleep well last night, and I was tired…”

You shook your head, happy tears welling up.

“No…not at all, empress…I…I just got a very…very good letter.”

As Grigor ran, he saw her. The very last woman in the world, no, the last person in the world he wanted to see.

“Made up your mind?” Marial asked, arms akimbo.

He tried to run but she stepped to the side and blocked him.

“So, you have an obvious choice. Would you rather by a hen-pecked husband chained to Y/N and be a widower…. Or be happy and free?” she asked.

Grigor looked down on the ground, thinking it through. That is, For three seconds.

Then he looked up with a smile.

“Hen pecked husband. Any day.”

He quickly shoved her aside and kept running. Not stopping until he reached Catherine’s apartments.

“Oh!” Catherine gasped. “I see…what does the letter say…”

“The laws about adultery, empress, you need do nothing about them. You can forget them, even!” you said with a laugh.

“How come?” she asked, tilting her head. She reached down to help herself to more tea, bending over her big belly and coming up to delicately hold the saucer.

“I received good news; I have been a fool forever. I learned a truth, a happy, happy truth and I…I feel so relieved I can’t stand it.”

“I’m glad you are happy! What is it, Y/N?”

“I received a letter from Georgiana, and it said- “

Before you could finish you were cut off by a sudden rush of footsteps. Before you stood a very shocked and desperate looking Grigor. You stood right up.

“Empress, I hate to cut your meeting short, but I would like to speak to my wife back in my apartments immediately, please…” he said worriedly.

“Why, of course you can.” Catherine confirmed.

“Thank you.”

He ran up to you, his eyes were the size of planets, and you could see his hands were shaking.

“What, Grigor, what is going-“

“Excuse us, empress!”

Before you could say another word, he bent down and swung you over his back like a sack of potatoes. Seeing the floor and a bit dizzy, he began to run quickly down the hall.

“Wha…what is happening! Grigor, tell me what’s going on!” you demanded.

“No need! No time, Y/N!” he replied. You saw the shuffled feet of courtiers he pushed aside in his rush to go back.

Despite your constant kicks and questions and protests, he kept running. You keep trying to talk to him, but he ran fast. Some people gasped and giggled at the ridiculous sight.

Once he arrived before the Dymov apartment he yelled for the guards.

“Let us in- lock the door and be armed!”

Once he got you into the parlor of the Dymov place he brought you down. He kept looking around the room, pacing wiilldy. Then after looking in every room and opening the door of every wardrobe and cabinet, he turned to you.

“Y/N…I have something you need to know now…” he began desperately.

You put a hand in front of him to stop him.

 “So do I…” you brought out the letter. “George has told me…told me the truth…”

He blinked and then looked down at it, smiling. The air stilled except for the sounds of the birds outside. You thanked your lucky stars for George. Who would believe one of his ex-lovers would bring you closer together?

“I want to hear you say it…and now that I’m not that heartbroken thing I was at first, I want to hear it from your lips…so this whole time…You never fucked her?” you asked.

“Yes” he nodded.

You gasped in joy and clasped your hands in front of your mouth.

He looked down to read its contents again. He then folded it delicately and placed it in your hand. You pushed it to be inside your reticule.

“And every word of this is true?” you asked.

“Yes. I haven’t fucked Marial…I kept trying to tell you. Every day I kept trying to tell you the first day and every day since.  Do you believe me this time?” he questioned.

He blinked and you could see tears in the ducts of his eyes Despite his teary exhaustion, his eyes were gentle when he looked at you. He gently cupped your face. You reached out a hand to touch one of his.

“I believe you…” you confirmed.

“The day we were married, and I promised you…that I won’t ever, ever hurt you. I swore you that until I die, Y.N…I will never betray you for any woman in the world…” he recalled.

“I promised to do the same…, I’m so relieved! I don’t even have words!” you mumbled.

You both begin to laugh with relief and happy tears. The misery was only a nightmare and you had awoken to the pink, dewy dawn of a new day.

“But…we can discuss more of this later…” he cut off. He reached down and clasped both of your hands, leaning in closer and speaking softly.

“Y/N, we don’t have time to lose. We must leave. Immediately.  you are in danger right now!” he warned.

You blinked. Your chest suddenly getting tight.

“Danger? But the coup is over…” you questioned.

“You were just threatened by...”

Suddenly there was a LOUD bang that interrupted him.

“Oh fuck! She’s fast!” Grigor cursed. His eyes went wide, and he threw you behind him.

“Where the hell is he?” a familiar voice roared. “Is THIS the place of Monsieur Dymov?”

“Yes- but-“the guards voice were quickly cut off.

“That doesn’t sound like a she…” you commented.

The door was kicked open. Your bother burst through. His face lost its color, his hair was unkempt, he smelled bad, and his eyes were wide with circles beneath/ He had lost sleep in a rush to be here. The guards were behind him, struggling to restrain him and failing. In his hand was a pistol.

“Y/N, thank God I got your letter, you poor thing!” your brother wailed as he went up to you.

Memories of your first torturous reunion came to you both and of the threat you made returned.

“You actually sent it?” Grigor asked turning to look at you.

“…I did.” You confessed.

“Get AWAY from her…Scoundrel!”

Your brother ran to Grigor and shoved him from you, gun flailing as he began ranting before your frightened and amazed husband.

“You worthless bastard of a man! Can’t you keep your cock in your pants for a minute?? Do you see this letter?”

From his pocket he pulled out the very letter you wrote and mailed out to him. Right on the first disastrous day you returned to the palace after the coup and believed Marial’s manipulations.

“It’s stained with her tears! I am here and I am taking her home, away from you and your whore!”

Grigor dodged a literal bullet and you let out a screech. Your brother then turned to you.

“Y/N, we will make sure that there is a divorce…if I don’t make you a widow right away. And you will be home safe, and so help me, next time you will be married to a decent, FAITHFUL man! Do you understand the pain you brought her through? How you insulted and humiliated a good woman and a good wife for you? You’re a demon among men and don’t deserve to even look at her!” he vented.

Right as his arm went up to try and shoot again, you managed to smack his arm, tossing the pistol across the floor. Despite being disarmed, your brother then tackled Grigor outright, punching him and shaking his shirt, getting close to strangling your husband with his bare fist

“Stop!! Stop right now!” You screamed, pulling the men away with all your strength.

 You looked your brother in the eye, tugging him up by the collar.

“Please…I was misled. Grigor was never unfaithful to me!”

“What!” your brother gasped.

“The letter had false information! I misinterpreted what she said to me-I sent the letter before I knew the truth!” you explained.

You briefly explained what happened as Grigor pushed himself back up

“Is it…is it true?” your brother asked

“It fucking is!” Grigor replied in exasperation.

The three of you looked around, panting from the near-death experience of the week. Your brother slouched, his hands dropping and panting.

“Oh, thank God…thank God…Y/N, so you aren’t miserable with this man! He isn’t cheating and abandoning you?”

You shook your head with a small smile.

“This family reunion is very nice, but we must go- Y/N, you are in great danger- now!” Grigor pleaded desperately.

He gestured at the guards to shut and lock the doors and to wait outside.

“What? What do you mean?” you asked.

“Marial says she is going to kill you!” Grigor blurted loudly.

“What!?” you and your brother repeated.

“You mean…the lover in the letter?” the brother asked.

“Yes! She’s about to be forced to marry someone. She must marry to maintain her status and She’s desperate to have me…. I refused her and she left with an ultimatum. Either I could leave Y/N, you or she would murder you.  can’t stay here a minute longer. She will make me a widower so she can have me…and that is why we must leave…” he explained.

The clock in the parlor clicked contentedly. Feeling the blood rush through you, you looked to your brother who put a protective arm around you.

“Could Marial kill someone?” you asked.

You knew she was a bitch and she embraced it. Betrayal, adultery, neither were beneath her  but actual, cold blooded killing?

Your husband gripped your shoulders and he looked you right in the eye.

“Yes! She did! Marial killed Lady Svenska this morning and she is after you next!”  

“Lady Svenska? Dead! Oh…oh god…” you responded.

 You felt cold and your stomach turned to nausea. The room seemed to spin. It was hard to breathe. You grabbed onto Grigor’s  arm to keep from the anxiety overtaking you and your brother took your other one to keep you from collapsing.  Catching onto your feet, you stood back up and looked at the men.

“But we don’t have time to lose. As far as we know, she could be on her way!” Grigor urged.

 Their knees were bent and their faces wild as if ready to charge. You stepped forward, commanding with a quiet but resolved voice.

“Grigor, where are you pistols?”

“In the large cabinet in the parlor.”

“We will each get them, we will be armed, all three of us. I also have my two guards still here from the vineyard, we will leave with them. We will go there. She probably won’t now where it is.  We can travel under another name until we arrive there. We can take a different carriage so no one will think it’s us…”

There were footsteps down the hall. All three of you froaze until they passed by. You continued with a new idea.

 “We will ask our serfs. Ask them to grab any spare clothes we have.”

“Clothes?”

“We can wear peasant clothes to disguise ourselves…and take their pathways. No wigs or silks, just plain clothes. Make ourselves look like the serfs. She is soft for them. If we disguise ourselves in this attire, she will be less likely to recognize us or even want to harm us. And word won’t spread about the count and countess fleeing somewhere if we are not recognized.”

“But Y/N…She could see a carriage through a window…” Grigor argued.

The three of you looked towards the open windows, curtains drawn and daylight spilling through your red apartments. Damn, he was right. And there were many windows in the palace.

“Let’s have it drive the back path, and quickly and then reroute toward the vineyard. Get into the woods and then turn around. We take a different carriage than the Dymov one. A plainer one.”

You turned to your brother.

“But we need someone to stall for time…Do you know what she looks like? She was the empress’s maid at our wedding…” you asked him.

“I can’t recall.”

“Look for a small, pale woman with curly auburn hair or ask for her.”

You gestured down to the pistol in his hand.

 “I need you to find her. Confront her even, distract her, that will buy me and Grigor time to escape.” If she could strike any moment, we don’t have time to lose,” you instructed.

Running out to the parlor, you got two pistols from the cabinet and hurried back, giving one to your husband. Grigor turned to the desk, getting  a piece of paper and a quill. He  quickly wrote something out. He handed the paper to your brother.

“Here is the address of the vineyard. You can meet us there. Memorize it, then burn it. Make sure Marial never even knows you have it.” He ordered.

“Understood.”

You and Grigor looked at each other, then clutched hands. Your brother began to scrutinize the paper, then took off his boot and stuffed it into his sock before putting it back on.

“Then I will meet you there…you have to be willing to die for her…” your brother said.

“For Y/N, Without question”

They tapped each other on the shoulder, a small half smile with a sense of familial fondness minus the previous struggle minutes ago.

 You and your husband ducked your heads out the door to your rather confused looking guards. The hall was quiet. Hardly anyone was there.

“We are…we are going to the serfs’ quarters, follow us. And ask nothing until we are out of the palace.” You instructed.

The guards nodded obediently.

Your brother ran out on his mission. Once he was out, you and Grigor ran to the back door right where the serfs’ quarters lay. He would know where his own manservant slept. And ringing a bell for them would cause attention. Your guards followed you as you could tell from their grunting breaths and heavy footsteps. In your right hand was the pistol- you were unused to the weight of it. You were never raised to shoot a living thing. But you knew your choice. Be ready to kill or be killed.

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There was a sudden gust in Marial’s apartments as a serf ran before her.

“Miss, there’s someone here to…”

“Enough of the formalities.”

Your brother ran in immediately, lightly pushing the serf away to face her.

 Looking at the woman, she was exactly as described. She was decked on her couch lazily, a pastry in one hand and a dog on her lap. She took the dog to the ground and shooed it away. She looked him up and down and gave him a devilish smile. Though beautiful of face and body, the ugliness and cruelty of her actions overpowered her attempt at seduction.

“Sir what are you….”

“I am from the Y/L/N family. Familiar? It should be…my sister is the Countess Dymova.” Your brother cut off.

She clenched her jaw and her eyes hardened. He tensed his fist and spoke directly to her.

“What were your intentions with the count?” he asked quietly.

“Say again?” she asked, in half denial.

“You attempted to elope with Count Dymov and threated to kill my sister, is that so?” He questioned sternly. His voice was raising.

The dog retreated to the next room. She reached over the sicky cakes on her tea tray and downed a bite.

“Why the fuck should I answer any question addressed to me in that tone?” she replied with her mouth full.

His face lost all color. He charged forward, grabbing her by the collar of her dress and lifting her up, slamming her against the wall angrily.

“Did you seduce the count and make him abandon his wife?” he began to bellow.

“The Count Dymov?”

He shook her violently.

“DID YOU SEDUCE THE COUNT AND MAKE HIM ABANDON HIS WIFE?” he screamed.

She froze and replied with an odd calmness and directness

 “Seduce him? He wants it. That’s Nothing new. Grigor always wanted me. Grigor and I fucked….”

“Recently?”

She froze. She spat in his face.

“No, we haven’t recently, for your prying information. But we will. He loves me and I love him.”

“He is already married and in love with Y/N!” your brother argued. “I’ve seen him with her. I’ve read her letters. Including the last one she wrote about you!”

“Grigor fucking loves me He just needs to remember who he is and that it’s me he wants. I’d be better for him.”

“Then why isn’t he fucking married to you?” your brother roared.

She took the cake tray and threw it at him. He ducked as the rich pastries and icing spilled onto the floor.

“He’s mine! He always was! And he tires of Y/N, he just has to admit it.”

“You didn’t try to make him you after they were engaged or before their wedding!” Your brother argued.

She regained her composure, straightening her posture to look right at him with a devilish smile again.

“He was forced to marry her. And she’s a frugal little cunt for him, might as well put her out of her misery.”

“You BITCH!” your brother screamed.

He gave her a solid punch in the jaw. Once she was down, he grabbed a vase, ready to smash her face in, towering over her.

“Give me answers, honest answers or you will die right here…has Grigor made any promises to run off with you?” he asked.

“I…I made him promises and offers…and he never gave an answer I even asked him in person. And he said no, but I know his eyes say yes.. He has been refusing me with his words. He wouldn’t have refused me like that in the past.  He is blinded by her. But he wants me, I can tell. His cock always gets hard around me in a silk dress.”

“You have not fucked him recently.”

“No, I haven’t! God, why won’t he already! She’s making him like her and It’s been fucking maddening!” she replied angrily.

He set down the vase. Your brother began to pace a little, then glared back at her.

“Don’t you Understand that because of your actions, my sister has suffered. Immensely,” he continued.

“I don’t give a fuck what your sister thinks. Or what anyone thinks!” she replied.

She stood up, soothing her gown. Your brother began to lecture her angrily.

“Have you thought that there are people other than you who deserve to be happy. That you can’t always get what pleases you all the time, especially at the price of someone else’s peace?  You  are ruining two lives just to amuse yourself. Amuse yourself with free men. Then you are within your right. But to seduce a happily married man from a wife who loves him. A man you KNOW is married. To encourage him to betray his wife. To deceive, to take their love and joy away…don’t you understand that’s as cruel as beating a serf or a dog!?”

“Well, I don’t fucking know about that! And I don’t want to!” she answered, disturbed. “Don’t you know everyone sleeps with everyone here! It’s the way it fucking is and always will be in this court! But you abuse me…how dare you treat a lady this way…I will have you avenged….” She stepped forward to him, glaring.

Looking down, your brother saw a knife under her couch and the outline of a pistol in the pocket of her dress.

“If you lay a hand on my sister, I swear I will kill you.” Your brother threatened, getting closer.

“They will arrest a stranger.  And execute him for killing a noble lady.” She retorted.

He reached into the hilt beneath his long coat.

“You’re a not a lady, you’re a monster.”

She whipped out her gun but so did he.

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The serfs’ clothes were surprisingly warm and comfortable. The pistol was kept securely in a trunk inside the carriage so no accidents could trigger it to go off and harm anyone. The carriage drove fast and rickety. The shawls and gloves over your hands were welcome against the chill as the snow began to settle down. You had only a cotton cap over your head and a plain brown dress with an apron. Grigor wore no wig dusting with powder. Instead, he had stained white shirt with a plain brown cravat and a long coat. On his brown head was an old black hat instead of the fine tricornered hats so in fashion for the noblemen of Russia. Both of you wore old, tattered boots shivering from the cold air.

 It all seemed so peaceful outside in the forest with leftover snow sitting on the ground and on the branches of trees despite the terror of your situation. Both you and Grigor were silent for most of the beginning of the carriage ride. Your hearts were racing, and you wanted to know the plan would work. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn’t mean something wouldn’t strike any minute.

Lowering your head- you felt dizzy again. It became hard to breathe from how tight you felt in your chest.  You let yourself begin to cry a little from fear.

You felt his large hand on your back. He leaned you to sit up again and began to comfortingly rub your arms.

“Are you…are you afraid, Y/N?” your husband questioned.

“Yes, I…I’m very afraid….what will happen to me? I…I don’t want to die…” you confessed.

You had to gather your strength to fight and flee your way out of the palace with a good plan. But you could no longer deny the terror of such a threat. Now you could let it out safely.

“It’s alright, sweetheart… you had a brilliant plan that’s going to help and I’m here…I’m here beside you…You’re safe now…” he said sweetly.

“May I rest my head on you?” you asked.

“Yes.”

He pulled you closer, letting you rest your head on his scratchy, brown wool cloak. He wrapped both arms around you. Like how your mother would hold you when something scared you.

It eventually got too dark to carry on. Once an inn with rooms available was in sight, both of you walked in. The guards and carriage driver excused themselves to their own separate rooms.  Grigor spoke with the innkeeper- an old man with a mustache and a dirty white apron.

“I am Monsuier Molotov. The lady is Mademoiselle Sobakin.  We need Two rooms…”

“One room…” you stepped in to correct.

Grigor’s  brow furrowed and his jaw dropped as he stared at you in surprise. The innkeeper tried to keep from a lascivious smile.

“Are you certain?” your husband questioned.

“Yes, One room…please…”

Once you were led to the room, Grigor began a fire. Both of you slumped, warming your hands and even taking off your semi-tattered shoes from the warmth.

“I wanted…I wanted to respect your wishes for the past time. I knew you didn’t want me to sleep by you.” He explained.

“I…I would feel much safer with you by me…especially for tonight” you said.

“Then I will stay with you.”

Both of you went down to fetch the meal provided and returned to your rooms to eat. Better to be seen out and about as little as possible. It was just bread, some meat, and soup. It was humble fare compared to the feasts back with Peter and Catherine. You both quietly sipped the ale served in a tin cup rather than vodka in gold trimmed glasses. You didn’t speak much. You were relieved for the bit of safety and  Exhausted form the journey. And it was starting to get late in the night.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stacked the plates. You took a last sip of the ale.

“Y/N…I know it was brief but…I love you. I actually do love you” he confessed.

The fire crinkled in response. You gave him a tired smile.

“It makes me so humble to be your husband.  I…I just want to be enough for you. Your tears were my greatest torment. Now…I swear to you, I will…”he began.

But his eyes teared up again.

“If I were not me, but the fucking  best, purest of men I would ask you to love me and to have your hand this instant.” He confessed.

You reached out both your hands and took his. You were in awe of such a confession.

“Well, we’re already married.” You reminded him.

“Still, I would. Thank God for Peter. Who knew he was a matchmaker?”

You began to play with his thumbs and he yours. You touched his face sweetly again.

“I hope you forgive my anger…I was only so angry and shrewish because of how much I love you…and…in the past I…”

You sighed, your breath hastened as you clutched his hand, looking into the fire to recall the painful memory.

“About a year or so before I met you, I had a suitor. I met him at a church. I thought he was the handsomest man I had ever met. He was good with children, intelligent, easy to talk to, and even devout, if you can believe. He wrote me the most beautiful letters and gave me flowers. He spent hours together and he even swore he loved me. It was like a dream. My family and I were certain he would propose any day…”

Turning to Grigor, your hands started to shake, and your throat tightened, threatening tears from the recollection.

“Then one day, I fell very sick. I was bedridden. They all feared it would spread so I Was kept to my rooms, and he could not visit me. After a few days, the fever broke, and I felt well enough to walk. I walked outside in the forest near our property and…”

Your heart raced and your stomach soured, your hands shook, and Grigor squeezed them.

“I found him, the man who said he loved me, fingering another girl against a tree as she pleasured his cock with her hands too…”

“Holy shit” Grigor swore.

“I froze where I was. I could hardly think or speak. My stomach hurt more than ever. I remember running home and vomiting onto the floor, crying more furiously than ever. Our servants and my family rushed to clean it up and help me. I demanded to see him the next day. It was the handsomest I had ever seen him, and he begged me to take him back. Despite the yearning I had for him, my heartbreak overpowered anything else. He claimed that it was a quick slip-a slight mistake- as if he had just spilled over a glass of water and not went and fucked another woman. He said that he was lonely, his body wanted mine, and could not have it. He thought I would be dead within days.  He begged me to take him back. I yelled at him with tears and insisted he leave. So did my family. He protested that he loved and adored me and that she was just a quick fix but she was nothing and that he wanted to marry me. My brother threatened to decapitate him if he set foot on our house again. I never returned to the church where we met and mourned him forever. Since then, until you arrived, I was hesitant to accept any other suitor after….”

You let out a deep breath.

“Y/N…what a fucking nightmare.”

He hugged you and you clutched onto him.

“I was so afraid you would be just like him. That you would promise your love and then hurt me. That I lost you, forever. That it was happening all over again.” You explained.

“But…that’s the past now, Y/N, I’m right here and you’re safe. It’s over. I swear to you, I won’t be anything like that dick. You’ll always be safe and loved with me.”

You let yourself relax into his arms and looked up at him.

“After everything we have been through and…I adore every bit of you. Even the parts that keeps getting drunk on vodka…” you teased.

You both laughed lightly.

“The fucking Ale was like water compared to the court’s vodka! But…Y/N…you have survived so much and came out stronger. A horrendous suitor, the betrothal, the coup, and this…and here you are, so much stronger and alive. I’m proud of you-holy shit, I really am! I’m actually…happy…Thank God…you’re alive…you’re alive and you love me…”

“I love you and I’m alive…”

“Please…Y/N, free me from my torment…tell me you forgive me.” He asked.

“Grigor, there’s nothing to forgive. Georgiana told me everything that happened. That nothing happened other than kissing that…you…in a world like court you…you resisted her…for me…he wouldn’t have done that…”

You began to cry, and he wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else. I would do anything for your happiness.”

“And…and I for yours…”

“Y/N, I ask you, free me from another torment if I’m so selfish…let me kiss you.”

You reached up and kissed him. He tasted of your dinner and his lips felt soft.

“God, I missed this…” you confessed.

“You have no idea…”

He grabbed your face and kissed you more intensely. You found you both were laying on the floor, he was grabbing your skirt bunching it up. You ran your hands to around his back in an embrace. Four months away from each other and He kissed and touched you like the starved man he was.You stopped his hand right before he could bunch your brown cotton skirt up access what you knew he wanted. Not that your body didn’t pine for him. Quite opposite in face.

“Please not on the hard floor…” you said with a giggle.

“The…the bed then?””

“The bed” you confirmed.

The wind howled as your last petticoat and shift was thrown off.  It began to snow when you came together. There would be noise later. Loud, filthy cries and moans as well as chidish laughter fileld the room. Not that either of you cared for disturbing peace.

 Afterward, you both ordered another glass of ale. It tasted a little stronger. Grigor pulled the blankets over each other, recalling little conversations, and in-jokes, and you laughed softly like an adolescent or a drunkard from the stories he could tell. You both fell asleep entwined and facing each other, an undeniable smile on both faces with the warmth from your bodies and the blankets.