#George Dymov

[queen-paladin]

I love you hated female characters. I love you female characters who are flawed. I love you female characters who mess up and try to do the right thing after. I love you female characters who get the undeserved vitriol from fans. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made. I love you female characters who fans completely condemn because of one mistake they made as a child. I love you female characters who people blame for ripping apart their ships instead of the larger forces that be. I love you female characters who get all the hate as the male characters who do worse in canon get absolutely none. I love you female characters who get hated on because they told a man “no.”

#feminism #books #female characters #literature #theatre #Amy March #if you can think of any let me know #Sansa Stark #Briony Tallis #cosette fauchelevent #Christine Daae #Lily Evans #nesta archeron #Georgiana Dymov #George Dymov #elain archeron #edwina sharma

[likesomekindofcheese]

Prayer Circle

🕯🕯🕯

🕯 Grigor/Marial is 🕯

🕯 retconned in S3 🕯

🕯 of The Great 🕯

🕯 And he goes back 🕯

🕯 To his wife 🕯

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#I freaking hated that subplot #The Great #Girgor Dymov #Georgiana Dymov #George Dymov #gwilym lee #the great #bohrap cast #the cheating trope needs to die #welsh disney prince #Charity Wakefield #Marial #Phoebe Fox #the great season 3 #the Great series

[fairweathermyth]

THE GREAT 3.04 Stag

#previously oscarspoe #thegreatedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #the great #the great spoilers #georgina dymov #tatyana #made by carolyn #loving george this season

[wrestlethethistles]

Late to The Great S3 party and behind the curve on the Barbie meme, but still I was compelled.

#george's arm in grigor's poster just felt correct to me tbh #the great #georgina dymova #grigor dymov

[sad-hippie]

Was it just me, or did anyone else also think that Georgina purposely missed the shot with Tatyana? George was shown to have good aim earlier in the series, and yet... What appeared to be a very premeditated decision to shoot her in the abdomen to give Catherine time to regret the decision was never mentioned again.

#georgina dymova #George's characterization is all over the place this season #the great #the great season 3 #the great spoilers #georgina dymov

[ladystrallan]

Favourite George Outfits <3

P.s. she looks beautiful in everything, these are just looks that I especially love ;)

#georgina dymov #that giant bow is iconic #also I love her riding habit (specifically unbuttoned) #she is just so gorgeous #the most beautiful woman in the world #the great #the great hulu #the great season 2 #charity wakefield #my darling george #fucking lemoniest of lemon

[floralfloyd]

 Masterlist

Started: 8th April 2020

Last Updated: 01/03/2022

Works: 25

Characters

Band of Sisters - The OFC's of Easy Company Masterlist

Band of Brothers

George Luz

Sentimental Journey (George Luz x OFC)

Chuck Grant

Get Well Soon (Chuck Grant x OFC)

Joe Liebgott 

A Seargent's Sorrow (Joe Liebgott x OFC Platonic)

Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron

Dick Winters

Floyd Talbert

Frostbite and Kisses (Floyd Talbert x OFC)

Bill Guarnere

Lewis Nixon

Cold Ice, Warm Hearts (Lewis Nixon x OFC)

The Pacific

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith

Robert Leckie

War is Over (Robert Leckie x Reader)

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Jurgens  

Eugene Sledge 

Andrew ‘Ack Ack’ Haldane

Nolan Hemmings

Jamie Finn (Heartbeat)

Young Love (Jamie Finn x OFC)

Jacob Pitts (Coming Soon)

Deputy Marshall Tim Gutterson (Justified)

Cooper Harris (Eurotrip)

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith (The Pacific)

Gwilym Lee

A Field of Flowers (Samuel Castell):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue (Coming Soon)

Since I’ve Been Loving You (Gwilym Lee)

A Winter’s Tale (Gwilym Lee)

Queen

Confidence (Brian May x Reader)

Dreamers Ball Part 1 (Brian May x Reader)

Pink Floyd

Tears Like Raindrops (David Gilmour x Reader)

 If there’s someone not on the list above that you would like a one-shot, series, or even blurb about, feel free to ask my inbox and I’ll happily include them if I can. I’m always expanding my genres and characters so keep an eye out.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #samuel castell #grigor dymov #Henry Jameson #Brian May #pink floyd #david gilmour #david gilmour x reader #George Luz #george luz x reader #george luz x ofc #chuck grant #chuck grant x reader #chuck grant x ofc #joe liebgott #floyd talbert #babe heffron #bill guarnere #ron spiers

[queensdivas]

Peonies Chapter 6

Finally getting to the good stuff because I have been waiting for these chapters!!! Like waiting for Chiara to get to this point and for the record. This chapter is very long. Freakin’ 15 pages on my google docs so just be ready for a long read. 

But!

+18 and older in this chapter!!! Smut alert (cause it’s spicy)!!!!!!! Once again +18 and older in this chapter!!! 

Other than that here we go!!! 

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HOLY FUCK FUCK FUCK!

GOD THIS IS FANTASTIC HOLY SHIT!

My fingers were yanking on his hair as I was riding him to oblivion! His nails dug into my back for the tempo to pick up even more. I could feel his teeth biting hard into my neck which made me squeeze even harder. I never thought that being bitten was such a wonderful feeling in my life! His teeth just clenching into my skin just made it so much better!

“Holy fuck Chiara!” He took in a huge breath of air as I pushed him down onto the ground.

“Scream my name!” I yelled as we were getting closer and closer to that sweet edge!

“GRIGOR AH FUCK!” My nails digging into his chest!

“Choke me.” I stopped to then looked directly into his eyes.

“Do you want me to say it in italian? Ti prego soffocami Chiara.” Holy hell. If that’s what he wants then who am to say no. Picking up my rhythm again as my hand reached down to his throat.

“That’s it...holy shit that’s it!” God I could feel him..Holy hell. My toes were curling from the pleasure as me choking him would fuck me harder! The way he’s moaning is just absolutely stunning and making it so much better! It’s so..fucking..beautiful! His moaning just sends shivers up and down my entire core!

Grigor's hands traveled up to squeeze my breast tightly for then his left hand to travel up to my neck. Oh god he’s going faster! Yes yes yes yes! I could see flowers blooming! Stars exploding before my eyes. I had to let go of my grip to collapse on his chest as he pounded into me.

God I want to stick my tongue down his throat fuck! Turning my head for me to start kissing the fuck out of him. Our tongues slithered around with one another till he basically took over for a few moments. Stopping the tangliging as he began diving into my neck to mark the shit out of me.

“Stick your tongue down my throat.” Pulling his head from my neck to start slamming my lips against him for our tongues to start twirling around with one another. God his tongue can make me come just from this Jesus. He stopped as the final penetration was arriving and it was so beautiful! Each thrust was hitting exactly where it needed to be!

“Grigor! Grigor..” My eyes rolled in the back of my head as we looked at one another. Just watching his facial expression change was just intoxicating!

“Cumming..CUMMING!” Grigors neck leaned back as I laughed since I’ve never seen him in such selief. After a moment he looked up to see that I..I..

“Did you not?” It cued for him as he pushed me onto the ground and got on top of me.

“I may not be able to finish you with my cock. But I know your pussy loves other things besides cock. Ride my face.” My entire body turned dark red for me to slide down and positioned myself on his face.

Dear...Ah...God...I can’t even describe on how. Ahhhhh. My hands began to touch my own breast for my head to lean back to almost fall backwards onto his body. His tongue was going round and round constantly.

My hand went down to start rubbing my own clit to make the sensation feel even more exquisite. Yes..YES! While my right hand was continuing on my clit my left hand began to pull his air. His two bare hands travelled up my sides to then give my ass a wonderful smack.

“Gri..Grigor..almost..almost..” He kept smacking which was the final push over the edge. A wave of electricity streaked through my body in the final moment. Yanking his hair as hard as I could for him to moan underneath my body.

This Russian coldness couldn’t even bother us at the moment from the large amount of body heat radiating off one another. Climbing off of him to then lay down on the cool grass. My chest was rising and falling as we both were staring up into the tree. The leaves are swaying in the wind that was allowing a cool breeze to rest on our naked bodies.

“Holy fuck.” I smiled as we turned our heads to face one another.

“I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like that…” He commented as I smiled.

“Our love making would’ve been the type you would see in great halls. The greek gods I believed experienced something like that before.” Grigor sat up to grab a glass of water. He took a large sip then for me to sit up and take a sip after him.

“Tell me my dearest do you always enjoy..” Motioning to his neck as he sighed.

“The Emperor told me once that it helps make this more pleasurable. Guess that’s the only time that he’s been right because holy fuck.” I guess so. He wasn’t wrong about that because that was fantastic. Wait..those are hand prints.

“Grigor..I left..” Oh shit. I left markings and more specifically my hand marks from too hard of choking.

“I’m so sorry oh my…” I feel horrible! My eyes drifted over to my shoulder where I had bite marks from what I could see.

“Barbarians we are.” He commented as he scooted closer to me and kissed his own bite marks. I leaned over to see that we still had some fresh bread and I am starving. Leaning over to grab a slice then spread a little jam.

“So when were you going to tell me you’ve been learning italian.” Taking a bite as he snuck in to take the next bite.

“Figured you would be more impressed. A tutor for the children was teaching them French and since French and Italian are very similar, it worked out perfectly.” He had a little jam on the corner of his mouth. Leaning in to lick it off he left a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thieves should be punished.” Laughing as I was extremely close to his face.

“Should I be?” My hand snuck up his chest

“Yes. But not at this moment.” Raising my piece of my bread to then scoot away from him. Grabbing a grape to put into my mouth to slow eat in front of him.

“You should try these grapes Grigor. They taste devine.” Taunting him with another grape as I could tell he wanted to get on top of me and ravish. But ah ah ah. He’s being punished for being such a thief. He took a grape from the vine scoot over towards me with it in his mouth.

“No reward for your Grigor. You’ve stolen from me.” Tapping the grape for him to chew it then kissing my finger.

“You’re too much for me Chiara.” Falling back onto the ground as I laughed at him for a minute. I enjoy a little torture in my life.

“When am I going to see those sketches on Grigor? You promised me.” Looking down at him as he smirked at me. Forming my puppy eyes to have him get up from the grass and onto the blanket.

Joining him on the blanket as he opened his sketching bag. He pulled out the first sketch as it..oh..why am I not surprised that it’s a naked woman. But the details are remarkable. To the smallest details on the naked bodies to small beauty marks.

“Grigor..Grigor this is scandalous.” Chuckling as I went to the next is that Svenska? Now the cold was catching up as I felt him place his coat around my shoulder. This is one of the most comfortable coats I’ve worn.

“How on earth did you persuade Svenska to get naked for you?” Asking him as he started to rub the back of his head.

“Costed a gold necklace.” Mhmmm.

“So you’ve slept with other people besides George?”

“Of course not! Before George yes but as I told you, all it costed was a gold necklace.” Well normally I’m not one for degrading fellow women in this world. But at least my nipples aren’t bigger than apples. I kept going through his artwork to see more than naked women, there was one of a wild elk with such gigantic antlers! I’ve never seen one with such large antlers and a tiger?

“That was my old tiger. His name was Maxim and was a wonderful cat till he ripped the arm off my old nanny. Other than that he was a wonderful pet.”

“You would enjoy Africa and all the wildlife there Grigor. You would be able see a herd of zebras and the elephants. Watch those wonderful Lions attack these prey and even better. Witness a cheetah running full speed at an ostrich!” Then reality kicked in. He wouldn’t come to Africa to sketch some wild animals. Truth be told I have been beginning to enjoy our time together. Even before the wild sex.

“Tell me more about Trento.” He asked for me to raise my eyebrow. It’s not like he’s ever going to visit there in his life.

“Why must I always talk about myself. I feel as if it’s all about myself without even knowing much about you. I know you obviously but I get old talking about myself.” Telling him as I handed him back his sketches.

“Rijn Van Rembrandt. My father took me to St. Petersburg for some business. When I was there I snuck off from the boring meeting to see an exhibition happening. His work Bathseba at her bath was on display and I just stood there. My father eventually found me and that is when he bought me my first sketching papers and pencils.” Kissing him softly to show a little gratitude

“Thank you for sharing with me Grigor.” Another kiss for him to place his hands on my cheeks.

“My mother surprisingly did not enjoy the idea of me drawing. Said it would lead to bad habits and wanting to seek out what is bad for me.” He took the sketches from my hands for his hands to travel up my left leg.

“You’re not imagining your mother are you? Catherine told me that the Emperor thinks about his mother when he does the deed.” I started laughing because Grigor fell back onto the blanket and laughed.

“My mother sadly loved me and always looked out for me in the end. Not to mention she treated me like a human being instead of a diseased child.” My eyes widened at his statement to pop another grape into his mouth.

“You really don’t enjoy him do you?” At this point this is starting to lay the seeds of the coup into the mind of Peter's most trustworthy associate. I’m not saying that all this time has been going towards the coup. Because I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve been spending together with one another. Trust me. But I also came here to help Catherine with the coup. Just took a little break because someone’s cock is marvelous. Oh that was too much.

“He’s a good friend to say the most. We do enjoy hunting together, drinking, and partying.” Not going to bring up George of course since it’s not my place.

“Hmmm. Must be interesting to see someone like Peter rule a country when he’s such a loose canon.”

“Well that’s where I come in my dear. I’m sort of that force that blocks those too mad for the country ideas. He’s tried to establish that the ladies of the court walk around in only robes and their hats. I then told him about the mysert that women hold and that they need to stay mysterious.” Wow. Who’d know that Grigor had such an important role. I’m not saying that he’s not important but he’s the barrier from all the bad ideas. Not all of them but tries his best I’m assuming.

Though reality striked that Grigor will be staying in Russia once I finally head back to Italy. I think that if we continue this sort of love relationship that he would want to come to Italy but I highly doubt it’s going to happen. He has grown significantly a part of my life in such an intimate way that it’s a little hard to imagine that possibly within a few weeks I’ll be going home and leaving this troublesome country.

Yet deep down in that hardened soul he wouldn’t leave his wife for some foreign Duchess because his home his here, his future children will be here, and I will be Italy. Eventually there will be a time that I will have to get married to some other Duke or Prince who the hell knows at this point. Eventually I’ll have to get married and bring some sort of child into this world and continue on the cycle of life. At Least I’m completely aware of this fact and if he wants to come to Italy he can if not then all I lose is a lover.

SHIT! I HAVE A MEETING WITH CATHERINE TO DISCUSS SPEECHES AND ABOUT WINNING OVER MORE THAN JUST THE LADIES OF THE COURT!

“Grigor I am so sorry but I completely forgot Catherine and I are supposed to have tea very soon!” Grabbing my shirt to stand up and slip it onto my body. I then grabbed my pants to practically jump into them. I finished getting dressed to see Grigor and watched me from the blanket the entire time.

“My darling. Come to my chambers tonight and we shall finish this sketch, with a lot of wine and cheese.” Ordering him but in a very seductive matter. Though this may not last forever, I might as well enjoy the time in the present.

“Add some oranges please, and peaches.” My hands moved around to then place my hand right underneath his neck.

“And make sure those peaches are extremely juicy.” Telling him as my lips hovered over his but didn’t kiss.

“Is that understood?”

“Yes m’lady.” He shivered and gave him one extremely long kis to the point I gave his bottom lip a quick suck and bite. He moaned for a moment as I got up from the ground and my boot knife since I forgot to put it in my boot.

“Ciao Grigor!” Swaying my hips a little more to know that he was staring directly at my ass. He is starting to grow on me and these unknown feelings that have entered my core are rather nice. Though this will not be a cliche story of where I just ignore my feelings and take months on them. I’m a little smarter than that.

Making it inside the palace to see Count Orlo walking up the stairs with rolled up maps tucked in his arms. Catching up to him as he turned his head to shake it at me.

“You missed the meeting.” He commented as I sighed.

“My apologies. You going to slap me on the wrist for missing?”

“No. Just you’re here to help, not sleep with the enemy.”

“Think of it as a way for me to help get closer to the enemy. What did I miss?”

“Catherine is going with Elizabeth to the front in order to bring up the moral with the soldiers. It’s a good tactic to get the military on our side and then the church afterwards.” They looked up maps underneath his arm?

“Are those maps Orlo?” He motioned me into the empty room.

We walked over to the big table for him to plop down all the rolled up papers he had tucked underneath his arms. Going through them till he found the one he was looking for. Opening it up to then place random tabletop places. The entire war map was displayed before me as I noticed that a lot of the Sweds were winning this war.

“The Swedish have taken control of Sosnovyy Bor. An important port but not as important as Vyborg where we’re keeping them completely out of.” Taking a look to see how close Sosnovyy Bor was to St. Petersburg and it’s closer than I could’ve imagined. At any time they could easily invade St. Petersburg and we lose the war. Though it would be a good way so that Peter can be bethrowned but now can head into Moscow then to us. I’m going to avoid bloodshed in this battle.

“Orlo. How much has Catherine learned from this map?”

“She told me that she would get all the information she needed when arriving at the front.” Great.

“Orlo. Let me have this map and I’ll go through my studies to see if I can find a solution.” I think I have an idea.

“What are you planning?” Rolling up the map for myself then smiling.

“Making Catherine look like a genius.” Walking away from Orlo to then head to my chambers.

This..this might work.

*The Next Morning*

Since I missed the meeting because of lust and sketches. Catherine came up with a brilliant idea (not sarcastic at all I promise) that we would go to the front to see the soldiers and how the war is going. This is a good learning chance on my military tactics that I was more than happy to accompany her to the front.

Now I understand what she’s trying to do and I’m here to help with bringing up the soldiers moral! But at such Godless hours in the morning. And macaroons? Bring them a feast with warm meat and vegetables! Not sugary sweets! Who knows maybe it will. Catherine does know what she’s doing...most of the time. Not that she isn’t smart but soldiers prefer victories over sweets, but we won’t know till we get there.

My hand was resting on Grigor's bare chest for me to open my eyes. I’m meant to go with Catherine and Elizabeth to the front for some moral and aid. On our way there I plan on slipping a little advice under Catherines greatness. Sort of passing a note in order to get the War moving on.

Scooting over to place a soft kiss on his cheek for him to still be asleep. Fernanda came into the bedroom with my clothes for the ride. She looked at Grigor then making sure that she wasn’t too loud.

“Heavy sleeper. We’ll be fine.” Telling her as I lifted the nightgown off for her to hand me my white shirt. The corset was next for me as I looked over at Grigor who was still asleep. Hopefully this doesn’t wake him up. Placing the corset on my body as I stood straight up to wait for her to start tightening it.

“Holy shit!” Whispering as she pulled a little to the tight. I think my lungs are coming out of my throat! Another quick tight pull for her to tie it up for Grigor to still be asleep. I finished getting dressed and he was still asleep.

“I’ll be going to the front of Fernanda. Let him know whenever he wakes up that I’m not sure when I’ll get back.” Telling her as she nodded. She handed me my belt and sword for me to tighten it. Then finally my boot dagger for safety measures. If I’m going to be with a bunch of men then I’m going to stay safe. I do need something to do on the ride so why not a book. The Spirit of the Laws by Montesquieu, seems fitting.

Walking back over to Grigor's bed side to place a soft kiss on his forehead. This must’ve woken him since he grabbed my arm softly. Opening his eyes slightly for him to get up from the bed and rub his eyes.

“Good morning.” Telling him as he yawned.

“Good morning. Where are you off to?”

“I’m going to the front with Catherine and Elizabeth for the day.” Kissing his lips for him to nod then widened his eyes.

“To the front? You’re not even Russian! So why do you care about the war?” Though he does have a point since they’re not my men, not even my country.

“You do remember that I’m here for Catherine. Where she goes I must go, and if she is to go to the front then I must go to the front.” Telling him yet he was still confused about my reasoning.

“I’ll be just fine. You know that I’m more than capable of handling myself.”

“Let me kiss you for a few more minutes please.” He begged to pull me on top of him and smashed his lips against mine. Sitting in his lap for him to place kisses all over my neck and face. His lips are wonderful and extremely intoxicating. But as much as I would love him to undress me and ravish me, I have to get going for our trip.

“Grigor..Grigor stop…” Laughing for him to stop and look at me.

“Must you go?”

“Yes. I promise I’ll be back this evening and you can tell me about that new trick you’ve learned.”

“Which one?”

“The seated wheelbarrow I think is what you called it.” Climbing off him to stand up next to him.

“Ciao Grigor.” He took my hand to place a soft kiss for me to walk away. I could hear Catherine coming towards the door from the other side. Opening it to see her all dolled up in her appropriate attire.

“Good morning Chiara.” Bubbly and excited in a sense for the front.

“Good morning Catherine. You are more ready than ever I see.” Telling her as we began walking down the hall.

“I’m very excited to see the front. It should be a very important learning experience for me and should help with the coup tremendously.” She told me as I nodded.

“Have you been keeping up with the war?” Asking her for us to start walking down the stairs to the carriages.

“Not really. Velementov can give me an update on arrival.” He won’t have time. He’s too busy trying to win the war!

“But you have to go in with some sort of plan Catherine. Even you would have something like that of the sorts going into it.” Telling her as she stopped walking down the stairs to turn to face me.

“This isn’t a tactic. And I imagine you are unaware of what’s going on in the war just as much as I am.” I love her confidence but this sort of idea that he’ll just tell her his plans. I think Catherine needs to understand the true situation.

“The Sweds have taken control of Sosnovyy Bor and will make their way up the coast to invade St. Petersburg. If they keep Bor they’ll use it as a city to regather supplies, the man power, and then they head to Saint Petersburg. If Velementov gets his head together he can invade Bor easily and push them all the way back to Hanko. Then from Hanko to Mariehamm, take over that group of islands and then the Sweds are back into their country. The war is over and we win. Only problem is that the Sweds have an extremely strong hold Hanko which will require even..”

“Catherine! Oh and Chiara I am delighted that both of you will be joining me on this trip. It’s quite lonely when I make this journey. Come come.” Motioning for us to follow her.

We stood next to the carriage as two servants placed two boxes inside the carriage. I’m assuming those are the macaroons. Elizabeth was first to climb in, followed by me then finally Catherine. What a weird way to bring morale up but if the boots fit then the boot fits.

“Chiara you have such a unique way of living.” Elizabeth commented for the carriage to start moving.

“Thank you?”

“I’ve heard stories like you Chiara. Women who go above the normal parts of society, always leads to such tragic deaths in the end. Poor Joan of Arc was burned at the steak, Artemisia of Caria who jumped from a tall rock in Leucas Greece.” I ummm. I don’t plan on leaping from a rock for the love of my life, and The Catholic church won’t burn me for heresy.

“No matter. Just know that it’s an exciting time to get to know you. For someone who only fucks one person you’re stronger than most.” Oh my god what is happening!?

I must say that Aunt Elizabeth is an interesting sort of woman who I think is as mad as a dog but smarter than most people realize. I believe that she uses her own sexuality to her advantage and sort of does what’s best for Peter. Which is understandable for she is his aunt. But there’s more to her than she’s letting on.

But to the front!

“It is nivering.” Elizabeth was messing with her cape as I was looking outside into the forest. Even though the Emperor is a sack of shit the landscape is gorgeous.

“A bit. But I’m glad you’ve allowed us to come with you on this experience.” I’m glad but I’m just exhausted.

“Oh I enjoy both of your company. You Catherine laugh at my jokes and you Chiara with your wit and spiteful tongue.” I wouldn’t call it spiteful. Maybe?

“Not to mention Catherines tales of German childhood are whimsical, and make me wish I knew what a kugelhopf was.” It’s a cake. Right?

“It is just a cake.” That’s what I thought. It’s a sort of cake that has raisins, fresh oranges, or lemons, and almonds. Mostly served at breakfast time if I remember correctly. They talked for a few moments till the mood changed within the carriage. Elizabeth sighed as she looked out the window.

“You should prepare yourself for a little unpleasantness on arrival.” It’s the front. I’m not exactly expecting a picnic on arrival.

“Yes. Of course.”

“So tell me then Elizabeth. What exactly is the attitude of the Russian army?” She looked at me with a small devilish smile.

“That we will not stop until every last Swedish soldier is dead. That is the attitude of the Russian army.” Leaning in closer to her as I was doubting that answer. On paper yes that would be the attitude, in the history books yes.

“Elizabeth. What is the..” The carriage stopped before I could finish asking her my question. I get that she understood what I was asking in the first place yet she has to put on a brave face to get ready for the front.

The carriage door opened for the smell of blood, vomit, gunpowder, and so much more to come swerling into the carriage. This is what war smells of. Blood and powder. I’m for certain that my great great Grandfather Sir Fabrizio would be proud of me finally experiencing some war. Even if it is just chatting with the Generals. Maybe throw in a few strategies I’ve studied through my entire life.

Catherine was the first one out as I noticed she was in a little star struck and blocking the door. Quickly moving for Elizabeth to come out and then followed by me. My boots sunk into the mud a little as it looked like a horrid place. War is horrid just remember this Chiara.

So many injured..so many dead. How can The Emperor who has been losing non stop allow this much carnage? The amount of lost lives alone, though war is war but you have to be aware when you’re on the losing side! Even I know that much! Wait Chiara. This is war and these men know that they might do for their country, for war is unavoidable.

“Ladies!” We turned our heads to see Velementov and his aids coming out of his tents.

“Empresses and Duchess. How wonderful that you’ve come. You are an inspiration to us all.” Diamonds in the rough are exactly what I would call us at this moment.

“Would you care for a macaroon? We’ve brought 300 for the men.” Ah yes. The Macaroons in order to bring up the moral of war.

“Do you mind if I take a couple?” He shoved two into his mouth and then a few into his pockets. Even I must say when I get back I’m going to stuff my face with panettones and delicious pastas.

“Please. Follow me.” Velementov instructed with his mouth full of food. Catherine looked absolutely disgusted and almost green before my eyes.

“What is that smell?”

“Bodies, mud, horse shit, smoke of cannons. It is not a place for women.” I feel offended. Joan of Arc and Khutulun were on the battlefield fighting alongside the men. Maybe not as much of the gunpowder and cannons but definitely the smell of blood and horse shit.

“If it is a place where Russian men die, then it is a place for us.” Elizabeth responded to Velementov’s statement.

“How is the war progressing General?” Asking Velementov for him to sigh a little.

“We have received some setbacks.” Some?

“But what the peevish Swede entirely lacks is our ferocious Russian fighting spirit. That in the end, always guarantees victory.” I think the Mangolians thought of that once but they successfully invaded Russia.

“So we’re losing?” Catherine and I asked and could immediately tell Elizabeth was burnt.

“Catherine! Chiara! Focus on the men. And only victory. They need hope.” Not my men. My men are in their warm beds with their family not fighting some war in order to prove that you’re just as good as your own father. Too soon? I watched as Catherine and Elizabeth began to pass around Macaroons to the men and put on a brave face. Bread and meat would be much better than macaroons but I understand the reasoning behind it.

“I’m told you’re prepared to pose for a battle painting.” A battle painting?

“Yes indeed General. Whatever will help fire the men’s morale.” A painting? Really?

“A grand victorious painting of the two of you is sure to do just that.” A painting!? So that the men could have a little time for themselves? Never!

“Tell me Velementov. What is your strategy exactly? From what I’ve read it’s been nothing but full head on attacks.” Stating as he took a macaroon from his pocket.

“The Emperor has ordered us to keep full on head attacks to the Sweds.” Catherine and Elizabeth were getting themselves ready for the war painting for me to start thinking about the strategies that have been taught to me from past Knights of my family.

“Velementov. I assume you’re away from the Norman Conquest of England in 1066?” Asking as I motioned for his aid to pull out a map.

“Williams' army contained 2,000 cavalrymen and 5,000 infantrymen with crossbows, bows, and swords. Williams only option was for a frontal assault in order to invade. After a no so frontal assault, William personally led a cavalry charge but was turned back by the Saxon defenses and the horrible weather of England. He was then defeated. Not to mention rumors of Williams death began going around, which we all know was a lie because he was seen alive, rallied his troops and renewed the assault. He ordered his soldiers to fire at a much higher angle instead of directly into the army in order to break their defense.” He looked annoyed as the map was opened for me to look at where exactly the war was going on.

“I don’t need a lecture on past military tactics. I might be a dishonorable general but not a moron.” That’s not what I’m trying to do exactly.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do Velementov. I know that the Sweds are held up in Sosnovyy Bor and from a reliable source that they might head into St. Petersburg.” Looking at a much bigger map to see that the Sweds had locked down Sosnovyy Bor.

“If you do not take Sosnovyy Bor back from the Sweds then you loose Saint Petersburg and then you might as well wave the white flag of war.” He knows and is aware of this. I think that the Emporer is too busy making stupid ideas and jokes that he doesn’t know that the Sweds are literally at his doorstep.

“What I’m saying is that you rain in from all different angles. You block them by the sea and by land to rain down on very different angles. There is only one road that the Sweds can use in order to escape and that’s an easy blockade to form as well. Attacking your own city may not be the best idea, but you save St. Petersburg from those damn Sweds. You then push them back to Hanko to surround them there.”

“You are a rare flower..a flower that blooms in the middle of a battlefield full of dead soldiers.” Velementov commented for me nod.

“One must have an understanding of war if one is to lead. Atleast I get the chance to actually understand tactics.”

“Whenever I am back at the palace. I might call upon you for more advice on war.” Picking my hand up to kiss it. Yeah this won’t be happening in a lifetime and even if he was the last man on earth I still wouldn’t sleep with him.

The carriage ride was dead silent before me. I could tell both Catherine and Elizabeth were beside themselves on having to stand on top of dead soldiers for a portrait. While I on the other hand feel extremely successful for sort of conducting my own first military tactic. Hopefully they can take back Bor and all will be settled.

“Stop!” Elizabeth ordered to bang her cane on the top of the carriage. We stopped as I looked up from my book.

Elizabeth climbed out of the carriage to stand in the middle of the forest. She began to hollar, kick, and looking like she was going to rip her own hair out of her body. That’s one way to deal with your problems and no wonder she’s kept herself sane. We looked at each other for me to wonder what that was about. Then back out to the window for a little more screaming. Only seconds later she gathered herself back together as Catherine and I watched her climb back into the carriage and place her poker face on to us. Catherine’s mood changed from tears into anger.

“Are you alright?” Asking both of them but definitely towards Elizabeth.

“Of course. Whatever it was is floating on the wind now. Do you need to? Both of you? We can stop.” Though I do feel the pain of these men. This is not my country and hasn’t affected my day to day life when I return home to Italy. This was only meant to wager Catherine in good favor.

“I need to scream. But not into the air, but at the world for allowing this to happen.”

“War is inevitable, since cavemen smashed each other’s faces in for control of the fire stick.”

“It cannot be. It is a choice.”

“Things that are built in our nature are not choices.”

“Such as our human need to seek companionship.” Commenting to look back down into my book. A macaroon sounds delicious. If a bunch of soldiers can have a macaroon then don’t mind if I do. Opening the box to grab a pink and blue macaroon to pop the pink one in my mouth.

I’m hungry. There’s no need to think that I’m some heartless woman because that is not the case. War is inevitable such as Elizabeth stated and there is no such thing as a permanent peaceful society. Eventually that society must go through blood in order to keep that peace. Both Elizabeth and Catherine watched me eat the blue one as if it was a crime.

“Can’t decide if I can stomach a macaroon or not.” Catherine took the blue box from the ground to then chuck it directly out of the carriage into the forest. There’s no need to waste macaroons, and these were delicious.

“FUCK!” She screamed for me to close my book and place it next to me.

“There you go. Let it out.”

“We have to object to this. We cannot subject men to this nightmare, their lives and hopes extinguished. Russia cannot continue on this path.”

“We will prevail.”

“At what cost?”

“Well, that is the trick to it. Knowing when the cost is still bearable and when it has tipped too far.” Though it is a certain matter that is meant to happen, eventually there is a time to call it quits. Unless you’re the Christians and Muslims and think it’s a great idea to have a war that lasts 780 years.

“That seemed too far.”

“I’ve seen worse. But I admire your heart and fire.”

“I am scorched by that, certainly and will not forget it.”

“What?”

“I hoped it would happen. You are becoming a Russian.”

I think Catherine and I need to have a long talk on ruling an Empire. War is inevitable, war is not a one time deal that goes away after a few days. It is only the continuance of politics but not solved in the halls until it’s too late.

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[valleyofearthsbeginning]

Rarest Dove: Natasha

The new Empress has just arrived to a strange and slowly progressive Russia. No matter how hard or trying it maybe she is not only ready to make Russia thriving metropolis but to make it her home.

On her journey she meets an exciting woman that not only shares her ideals but is enthralled by her courage and bravery.

‘What about companionship, Archie’? ‘Who am I meant to socialize with’?

‘The ladies of the court of course’.

They approached a group of ladies who seemed to be very entertained by the conversation they were having.

The Empress glanced at them all. They seemed to be wearing wigs but, they just seemed to be set back on their heads and some even a different color than what their natural hair was.

One of the ladies stepped forward and introduced themselves and gave the Empress a hug. Her wig didn’t look as bad as the others or so the Empress thought.

‘Empress. I’m Madame Dymov. The Emperor and my husband, Sir Grigor were childhood companions’.

She went on to introduce the other ladies, their smiles and eyes wide like vultures.

Except for one. The Empress’ eyes locked onto yours.

You didn’t wear a wig like the others but it were curled as if it were. You wore a sapphire gown that was embroidered at the bodice a dusted gold. It looked rather exciting compared to the other ladies.

‘-and this is Lady-‘

‘Lady Natasha Buttoni’. You stepped forward towards the Empress. ‘The Lady part is a bit subjective depending on who you ask’. you whispered.

The Empress giggled and blushed.

‘Yes, unlike the rest of the ladies here. She is unmarried’. A woman part of the court answered. Her name was Svenska from what the Empress could remember.

‘Oh yes, Empress I don’t know if there’s anything more dangerous than an unmarried woman. We are full of plots and schemes to marry other ladies' fat old husbands’.

The Empress was smiling ear to ear.

‘Oh wait. I had completely forgotten Lady Svenska that’s how you conquered your husband, that no one wants’.

You linked arms with the Empress.

‘Come Empress, we must forget these dreadful beasts with whispering cat tongues. I will escort you to your apartments’.

The Empress felt happy, for whatever reason she trusted you. Was it your smile? Was it the way you looked different than everyone else.

‘Oh Natasha you don’t intend to keep the Empress to yourself, it’s my husband who resides in the Emperor’s favor-‘ Georgina chimed.

‘For fuck sake George how often are you going to remind us’. You replied.

‘You see, Empress, the Emperor, Georgie here, along with her husband and I all were children causing chaos in these very halls’.

‘That must be splendid, having someone who knows you and growing up with you to rule a country. The Emperor is so lucky to have such a family by his side and I hope I too can become someone he loves and trusts such as you all’. The Empress responded with such a glisten in her voice.

You looked at the Empress. She was innocent. She was innocent in every aspect and it was something that you envied and loved. Growing up and seeing the ways of court, watching Peter get everything he’d ever wanted. Seeing the whims of men. It was exhausting.

You also knew that the court could chew her up and spit her out just as easy.

‘If I were to put you in my mouth you would just dissolve you’re so sweet’. Georgina replied genuinely.

‘Please don’t’. Replied the Empress.

‘Oh Georgie, I wouldn’t underestimate our spot of sunshine here. I sense a fierce woman inside. Fierce just like Russia’. You winked.

They arrived at the Empresses apartments, which were separate from her new husband.

‘Here is where we leave you. Goodnight, Empress’. Georgina bowed and made her way back down the hall’.

‘Oh fuck, now she’s going to be kissing your ass for the rest of your life’. You replied.

The Empress giggled. ‘She seems lovely. As do you Lady Buttoni. What do you ladies of court do for fun? For me back in Germany, I loved reading or learning about different sciences and ideas’.

You erupted in a fit of laughter.

‘I’m sorry Empress but, the ladies of the court don’t read. For they don’t know how. Any conversations only lead to trivial anecdotes or mindless droning’.

‘What about you Lady Buttoni? You seem intelligent, honestly different from the rest of them’. The Empress inquired.

‘My father is the right hand to the Holy Roman Emperor and a friend of Peter’s father. My mother died when I was just a girl, so my father raised me to be like him. When Europe became more modern my father loved the idea of me growing up in a more modern era.  He loved Russia and asked the Empress if I could be ward to her’.

‘You are a testimony, Lady Buttoni, that even an outsider can have love in their hearts for a new place. I’m more confident that Russia will love me as much as I love her’. She proclaimed in delight.

You looked around, in fear of what you might say.

‘Empress may I be honest’?

‘Of course, I value your opinion’.

‘I know what this means to you your majesty but, Peter is what you call an acquired taste. I don’t want you to be disappointed but just more prepared. He’s like a child, he can like you in one moment and embarrass you the next. Since he was a boy he’s been told that people have to love him. Be careful’.

‘I appreciate your concern but, I know Peter values our union just as much as I. There’s only a cultural discord but I shall overcome that’.

You grinned at her not wanting to argue with the new Empress. You wanted her to form her own opinions of the beloved court of modern Russia and of Peter.

You gave her a hug and wished her a successful night.

‘Will I see you again, Lady Buttoni’? The Empress inquired.

‘That’s the beauty of court my love, you will see me everyday for the rest of days’. You smiled and glided down the hall.

If you were a part of Modern Russia, the Empress couldn’t wait to be a part of it.

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[ladystrallan]

SHE IS GORGEOUS

From Charity’s instagram

#i can’t wait to see george again #the most beautiful woman in the world #georgina dymov #charity wakefield #the great #the great hulu #the great season 3 #fucking lemoniest of lemon

[ladystrallan]

Rant about George hate :(

So I just found the subreddit for The Great and all the George hate on there made me sad :(

I feel like people who like Grigor but hate George are kinda sexist, because they both made moves against Catherine, and stayed loyal to Peter, even suggesting he kill her. I think Grigor actually did more to sabotage Catherine’s reign with reading Peter’s pamphlet at her breakfast. I get that George was cheating on Grigor and that’s obviously bad, but I think a lot of people forget the implications of Peter being the emperor (formerly I guess) and how the power imbalance might influence her ability to say no to him. Yes, George is self serving most of the time, but she would never betray the people she loves (namely Peter and Grigor). Unlike Marial, who is also self serving and has betrayed her ‘best friend’ several times. If you are a Marial fan but hate George, you need to reevaluate your life choices. George is smart and uses what she can (sex) to keep her position. I think a lot of people get put off by women who are comfortable with their sexuality. I would probably feel differently about the cheating if she was sleeping around or just fucking some random guy that wasn’t the emperor. I do think her and Grigor need couples therapy, but they should get back together in season 3. Also, kinda random but I found out that George and I have the same MBTI personality type, so that’s cool. Message me if you like George and we can commiserate about the absurd amount of hate she (wrongly) gets.

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[ladystrallan]

A continuity error I noticed in The Great

In the first episode when Catherine meets the ladies of the court, George tells her that they cannot read. However, in episode 7, she is reading papers from the comment box with Peter and Grigor. In season 2, George writes Peter a goodbye letter (reading and writing are interconnected skills) and she also reads when she is pretending to be on Catherine's side. That whole getting the ladies to read thing doesn’t even make sense if they don’t know how! A possibility is that maybe she meant that they do not read, although they can, because they find it boring, or George didn't want to set herself apart from the other ladies who actually cannot read. It makes sense because George is really smart and I would expect her to have been well educated as a child. George can read confirmed!

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[ladystrallan]

My best girl <3

She’s so beautiful omg

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[ladystrallan]

Me when I find out someone ships Grigor and Marial

Just making my views on their relationship known…

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[ladystrallan]

We got the Marial cut.

So recently I got to see the deleted scenes from season 3. This made it clear that it is not just the writers who seem to hate George, but the editors as well. Multiple scenes that make her look more sympathetic were left on the cutting room floor.

Exhibit A: a scene that confirms my interpretation of why George told Katya to do the play. For those who have not seen this scene, it takes place in S3E7 during Catherine's 'fun day'. Catherine and George are playing a game with the court to 'get to the truth of their lives' where someone gets up on the podium and tells a story and if the people believe it they throw roses, and if they do not they throw turnips. Catherine goes first and George tells her to tell a 'secret she holds in her heart', obviously trying to get her to tell everyone about Peter. Instead, Catherine tells the court a story about stealing her sister's pony. You can see George is upset that Catherine did not tell the truth after she told the court she would never lie to them. This is why George tells Katya to put on the play, Catherine is lying to everyone about Peter's death, making Grigor lie as well, and George would not have found out about one of her best friends being dead if Grigor had not told her.

Exhibit B: a scene that shows how truly devastated George is about Peter. This scene was supposed to take place directly after the tennis scene in Fun. George breaks down in tears in the hall, and then pulls herself together. We very rarely see George cry in the show. I'm pretty sure (need to rewatch to confirm) that this scene and when she talks to Catherine about Peter are the only times we've seen her cry. Ever. She is a survivor and even though she is deeply grieving, she has to pull herself together and keep going like she always does.

Exhibit C: a scene that shows that Grigor still seeks comfort with George. Not sure where exactly in the episode this was supposed to go, but it's from S3E8 Peter and the Wolf. Probably after Grigor discovers Marial at the party celebrating Peter's death. Grigor lays down in bed next to George who is sleeping. And he just stares at her, tears in his eyes.

George is not a bad person. She is deeply grieving just like Catherine and Grigor. All three of them just are dealing with it in different ways. Catherine in her delusion, Grigor turning nihilistic, and George hiding her feelings and taking it out on Catherine who she thinks is keeping a horrible secret. Grigor still loves her but struggles to see what their relationship could be without Peter. It is mind boggling to me that Grigor would propose to Marial after all she did and how disrespectful she was. It just didn't make any sense, much like George trying to marry Paul.

I will post later about my idea for a better storyline for the Dymovs after Peter's death. The one we got was just plain bad, trying and failing to make Marial look better.

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[likesomekindofcheese]

Duties (The Great Oneshot)

Pairing: Grigor Dymov x servant! Reader

Word Count: 1797

Anon Request/Summary: I wanted to know if you could write something like giving grigor a bath when he’s upset about Georgina and peter. And maybe some cuddles after. Love your writing😁

A/N: Awwww, thanks so much! And I love writing for this exciting and phenomenal new show! (and giving Grigor much needed happiness!

Warnings: mentions of sex and cheating, swearing, mutual pining.

 Another day, another order

“Go to the Dymov household, they should be back from the Emperor’s hunt. Take care of them, Y/N, they’re probably exhausted and starving and need another dozen cakes to stuff themselves,” Mariol suggested with a snarl at the image.

It was sometimes something to get used to here. Receiving an order and not being told no.

You did not have a choice when you were assigned to work in the small staff for the up keeping of their living quarters of the Dymov couple. You did not have a choice to sometimes wake up at dawn to make sure their fires were lit, and their breakfast served.

But you wanted to have a choice. You wanted so badly to say “no, I won’t!”

Because you did not have a choice the way your heart fluttered at the sight of Grigor. His wife, Georgiana, was polite towards you, at most a little cold, but still polite.

But Grigor was different. He asked after you. He made sure you had water and enough food. He called you by your name. There were numerous small conversations you both had. He was warmer than his wife. Friendlier. Easy to talk to.

You had no choice over how you felt every time he spoke to you.

Sometimes you both would look up as you did your duties and your eyes would meet. How he would smile.

And the other day, when you entered with new clothes just distributed for the servants, he said you were a vision. He. He in his fine cuffs and curled wigs that cost a fortune and you in your servant’s garb.

You could not control how your stomach tightened at the words. And the way it sank when he took his wife’s arm and escorted her out.

“Yes, Mariol, I’ll go there,” you answered, walking there with the towels in your arms.

Once you reached there, placing the towels on a nearby desk, you saw Grigor alone on the small chair next to the fire. He was still in his jacket and shirt and wig, but his heavy coat was scattered on the floor.

“It’s me…” you greeted shyly.

Scurrying in, you picked up the crumpled coat and put it on the knob.

“You normally hang it up, sir…” you commented.

“Y/N, could you call me Grigor, please? If you do not mind?” he asked, looking at you.

Sadness clouded his features.

You nodded, “yes sir-Grigor.”

He stared out into the fire, crackling away merrily as if laughing at its companion.

“Do you know what else isn’t normal?” he queried.

“What sir-I’m sorry, Grigor, what is it?” you asked.

He looked back into the flames, how they curled and retreated over each other.

“It isn’t normal for your wife to kiss the emperor in front of you and leave your chambers for his?” he said bitterly, his lips pursing.

“Oh. It isn’t.” you answered dutifully.

You could hardly believe it. The times Emperor Peter came in, your ears bled with shock with his lines of what food he placed where on Georgiana and what she did with his parts as well. You stared at the floor to avoid anyone up there seeing your jaw going slack at the words.

To think he would even talk about this with even the staff in the room! No, not talking- bragging!

Stepping forward, placing your hands modestly in front of you, you began to attempt consolation.

“Grigor, you seem so…so…”

Nose curling up, you caught whiff of the hunt leftover.

“Ugh!”

“I seem Ugh?” he repeated, turning his eyes to look at you quizzingly.

“No! I mean, well- have you bathed? You look exhausted…and I still smell the sweat from your hunting! But no, uhm, I meant, heartbroken,” you corrected yourself.

He gazed at you, barely blinking from the smell comment “I haven’t bathed and…I guess I am heartbroken. Wouldn’t you be, Y/N? And if it was a friend?”

“I would…”

Opening the door a few feet ahead and wandering into the next room, you noticed how the tub was set out in gold. There was even a large bowl of water that seems fresh and warm. Perhaps a previous servant, most likely the old man who painted everything, brought it out.

“You need to take a bath, Grigor,” You said.

“I’ve been wanting to bathe but…I can’t stop thinking of how they kissed in the woods today in front of me…” he confessed.

You walked back, grunting with the weight of the large bucket, and poured it in the tub. Returning to the fireplace, you took him by the hand. It stayed flexed and then his fingers curled in.

“Just walk with me to the bathroom…” you offered.

He let you lead him into that next room. He stood, staring at the water. His face still grey and gloomy, staring blankly at the water.

“And just…just remove your clothes…” you began, feeling warm and a little embarrassed.

You led his hands, tracing almost to where the buttons of his front waistcoat were. Your hands shook a little as you popped them open. If any other servant or person saw you undressing him alone, who knew what would happen next. And God knew how the Emperor would react. You could hear his voice, almost.

“Well, Grigor, fucking servants then? Do they wipe off their faces before you stuff your cock in them? Hahhahahhaha!”

He bent his knees a little and dipped his head down so you could remove his wig. His forehead sparkled with sweat and his short brown hair stuck around like a porcupine.

“I’ll be in the next room, I’ll…I’ll turn my head away so you could finish dressing. Would you…would you like help bathing?” you asked.

He looked at you, a bare wisp of a smile on his face.

“Yes, I would.”

Walking out, you waited a few minutes, not daring to peek.

“I’m in, Y/N,” he called out.

You walked back in. He is a tall man, yet he looks small in that bathtub. Child-like.

You even see some sweet-smelling salts and oils by the tub. You pour them in, filling the room with the scent of lavender and lilac. He breathed in deep, taking in the heat and the smell. You noticed his shoulders relaxed and his head tipped back. He closed his eyes. Indulging yourself, you stared up, taking in his profile, his nose and lips, his oddly muscular biceps, and the beginning of his chest. He looks like the statues you see of Greek gods, and you secretly long to be a nymph or a chosen, lucky mortal.

Taking a sponge, you dipped it in the water, not daring to look down and answer your lust tinged curiosity. Scrubbing the sponge a large block of soap until suds appeared. He let you wipe his arms and neck. You remained sitting (so not to see the clear water and his body in it), staying gentle as you rubbed it against him. You even poured some oil and messaged the top of his head, seeing how the strands of hair moved with the suds.

“Y/N…I…thank you…I think I can wash the rest of myself from here, could you get me a change of clothes…please” he said softly.

His hand caught yours, gently catching it before you could scrub him anymore.

“I will, Grigor.” You answered.

He took your hand in his, removing the sponge from your grip. He then set the sponge into the water to let it float. Both hands were carried under your own and he raised your palm to his lips and kissed it. You nearly froze.

“Y/N…you’re worth more than half the court put together. And…you are not a servant. Not to me. You’re far dearer…I hope, I haven’t worked you too hard, or that I’ve been cruel…”

“You haven’t! You have been so kind to me! I love…”

Freezing at the slight burst, you put your hand over your moth and then added on.

“I love talking with you.”

“Me too…”

Excusing yourself, you leave to get him a change of clothes. Breathing in deep, you open his chests and pick out a fresh white shirt and some loose pants used more for playing kettle ball in the hallway.

Once you fold it on the bed, you shake your hands, almost brimming with the thrill and danger of all this and pacing with nerves, unaware that the footsteps in the next room, once done washing and drying, were pacing with nerves as well.

Knocking on the door, you handed over the fresh clothes looking away and felt them lifted away with a sincere thanks from his voice.

He returned changed.

“Is the smell better, I must’ve been like a dog!” he cursed, running a hand through his short hair to check how dry it was.

“It’s much better!” you answer, lips curling to smile.

Both of you are quiet for a moment. Then he walks forward and embraces you. You embrace him back. He then kisses your forehead.

“Would you lie with me?” he asked in a flurry of words.

Electricity shot through you and you felt dizzy. You almost could not see him because nerves made your vision blur for a second.

“Grigor I…I’m not ready to do that yet! I don’t want to get anything and…” you blurted

“I mean, not…let’s not fuck, please, let’s not,” he cut off, shaking his head.

You never saw him look redder in his face or fumble more with his hands. It was adorable, you had to admit.

“Let’s just…I just want to feel you by me…to feel like I’m not alone,” he stuttered.

You lied down on the large bed, full of red sheets. The canopy towers over your head. His bare feet were touching the worn slippers on yours.

The long day was wearing on you and your eyelids felt heavy. The bed was soft. Far softer than the straw cot waiting for you below.

He laid down opposite you and moved close. Placing a large hand on your waist, you gasped a little from the feeling.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t hurt you…if you don’t like me touching you there, I’ll-”

“I haven’t had anyone touch me like that in a while, I’m…I’m just not used to it,” you confessed.

Smiling, you placed a hand on his chest and moved closer to kiss his cheek.

“I can start though, for you most of all,” you finished.

He smiled, pecking your lips, and leaning closer to rub his thumb on your hips. You nestled your head against the crook of his neck, and he wrapped his arm further around you, as if cocooning you.

“Anything for you, darling,” finally letting the word roll out between you both.

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