#miss georgina dymov is that you?

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Rarest Dove IV: Grigor

The Empress wants her first night with her husband to be special and romantic. Is that really what she going to get?

Grigor just wants to be in the room.

Catherine bathed thinking of nothing but her husband and of Russia. Yes, they got off to a bad start but she was determined to make it better.

To avoid any unwanted guests she was going to go to him. Freshly glowing with optimism and smelling of flowers. She was ready to make her husband happy, she was ready to make Russia happy.

Dressed in nothing but a robe, she glided across the castle halls in nothing but a robe as she made her way into the Emperor's room.

She took a moment to take him in. He appeared to be asleep. She was sure that this would make him happy.

‘Husband’ she said with confidence.

‘Wife’! He arose boastfully.

She shed her robe and the Emperor’s eyes widened.

‘Huzzzah’ He said excitedly. The Emperor lifted up his sheets. ‘Stop that, move over’.

Catherine stunned. Out from under the sheets a woman arose. The woman, Madame Dymov.

She was stricken with pain. How could someone claim to be there for her happiness yet betray her this way.

‘Come, join us! It would be romping good fun’. He jested.

Here it was, he was caught and he felt joy. He cared nothing for her heart and she was beginning to care for his.

‘Oh don’t have a peasants morality about this and don’t give me the same disappointing look mother used to give me’. He declared.

‘Did you not come here to make your husband happy’? He added.

With a broken heart Catherine climbed into bed with the two. He was right, she did come there to please her husband but that was the last time she cared for his happiness.

The sun broke through the darkness and morning was beginning to show through the castle. She lied there next to her husband, next to Madame Dymov. She had come so far to be unhappy.

She tip-toed out of the bed and put her robe back on before anyone could wake.

She noticed someone on the chaise. She knew he was but couldn’t remember his name.

He noticed her and he sat up straight.

She looked around him and noticed a bottle of empty vodka.

‘I’m Grigor, we met at the wedding’. He replied. Recognizing the inquiry on her face.

‘You are a friend of Lady Buttoni’s’. She realized.

‘Yes, dovie- Natasha and I are old friends’. He smiled when he said her name.

‘And she is your wife’? She nodded her head towards the bed.

He nodded yes in return as if he knew the shame in her voice.

‘Does it not hurt you’? She inquired.

‘Marriage comes with a number of struggles’. Answered he was trying to convince himself.

‘I see, something that I’m learning very fast’. She replied.

‘He’s my friend and the Emperor and I love him’.

They both understood what was being said.

Yes, he was hurt that his wife was fucking the King of Russia right in front of him. Sure many rulers and men at court had lovers but, those were the people that were unhappy.

He never gave Georgina any reason to be unhappy. She had everything she could possibly want. All in thanks to the Emperor and for that he had to love him and she was happy and for that he had to love her.

Catherine never thought she had to love anyone, she chose to love everyone including Peter.

In her heart, before she ever came to Russia and the moment she knew she was going to marry Peter she had already made up her mind that she loved him.

What has changed is that she realized Peter doesn't love anyone. In return, people only pretend to love him so they can continue living their lives of luxury.

She left Grigor to wait for his wife to wake from her sleep with the Emperor.

As the day progressed, Catherine began to think of more ways to make her new home enjoyable.

Her main objective, to educate and give Russia more opportunities. Make them the metropolis of the modern era.

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She learned that Peter had the intention of going hunting. Perhaps if she joined him and gave way to his obnoxiously inflated ego then just maybe she could see happiness blossom out of this dreary situation.

There she was with the Emperor in the woods, scouting for a rabbit.

It was unbelievable watching him be terrible at something he thinks he’s good at.

If he managed to see the rabbit, he’d yell ‘Rabbit!’ And then shoot, missing entirely.

Nonetheless, Catherine was to use this to her advantage. She woo’d and stroked his overwhelming yet fragile ego.

‘Can I start a school? It would teach the women and men of Russia art, science, and philosophy. I would be the one teaching so you-‘ He interrupted.

‘Yes, if that would keep you from droning on, you can talk to Battina for the funds’.

She was shocked. She squealed and hugged her husband. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad at all.

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