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When Pavla returned to the fire, he looked over to her, watching as she took a bowl of stew, he himself was already siting, a large hand grasping the bottom of a tin bowl, shoveling a spoonful into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully, adding a mouthful of bread. His eyes were glued to her form, unable to shake the odd feeling in the put of his stomach. This was an unbearable set up she did not belong here, with them, abominations of nature neglected by god and man. She took a seat away from him he noticed, a discontented huff leaving his lungs. She couldnt even bear to sit with him, how were they supposed to marry? He thought to himself. She interacted with them stoically, they, with fear, confusion as to why the ringmasters daughter would be eating with them. But no questions were asked yet they conversed quietly amongst one another. Eventually they finished, cleaning up their messes and stoking the fire a few times, to give them some heat for the ensuing night. He felt a small warmth on his shoulder, looking up to see Pavla standing above where he sat. She spoke, her voice soft, he opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the soft warmth of her lips on his cheek, a shocked look coming over his face, he blinked a few times. Goodnight He muttered, watching her wander off into the darkness, disappearing inside his tent. It wasnt more than a few seconds after she left that Dmitry was surrounded by his fellow freaks, all looking very curious and concerned about the girls presence. What is she doing here?! Gustav demanded, the others agreed profusely. Well, apparently I am to marry her. Tomorrow, in fact. Her father demands it of me, or else we are both getting tossed out on our arses. It was a bitter fact to swallow, speaking it out loud now, the taste of it in his mouth was foul, and he thirsted for the warm burn of rum. But Why? Why would he force her to marry. You? Glorianna questioned with a perplexed look on her face, Dmitry shook his head, a shrug flowing over his strong, broad shoulders. Her words stung, the idea of Pavla being forced into his life, his tent His bed. He wanted none of it. The likes of her.. Of any proper woman, wouldnt have anything to do with him if given the chance. His hand balled into a fist. I dont know dammit! To punish her. He yelled at the lot of them, his deep baritone was enough to startle any one when rose. He calmed as much as he could, taking a deep breath before starting again. She.. is with child. The father is apparently a married man. So, her father abandoned her, forcing me to look after her and the child. He took another deep breath, someone finally pushing a bottle in his direction, He thanked and cursed aloud in Russian, taking the stopper out of the bottle and drinking deeply of the contents. So.. Here we are. I am to marry her. Tomorrow. Wether she, or I, want it or not. He lowered his head into his hands, the bottle still gripped in one of them, unwilling to let the comfort go. He took another swig, the midget woman taking a step forward and pulling his massive hand down from his face, petting it lovingly with her tiny one. Dont worry dearest. The lord has a plan for us all. She said simply, suddenly looking like a thought came over her, before she smiled at him, petting his hand once again, before disappearing into the darkness and to her tent. Dmitry remorsed a little more, continuing to drink himself into a state of not caring, until the Regina, the midget lady re-emerged from her tent, scurrying over to him, her hand clasped around and small object. He looked at her through half closed eyes she took his hand again, placing a tiny object in it. He put the now empty bottle down, using that hand to pick up the shining metal, and upon closer inspection realizing it was a golden band, a small sparkling diamond in its center. Blinking away his intoxication, he shook his head, unwilling to take an object that was clearly being saved for harder times. Dont worry dear. Regina demanded, putting her hands up in front of her. Cant have a young woman being married with no ring, its not right. She smiled, causing Dmitry to smile back, grasping her in a single armed hug, before standing, placing the object in his pocket, and returning to his tent. He stood outside the door for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening the flap, taking a step into the darkness inside. He almost tripped over her at first, forgetting in his drunken stupor that her father told her to sleep on his floor. Unwilling to have her sleep like a dog, he leaned her, a strong arm slipping beneath her shoulder blades, the other under the crook of her legs. He could feel the sudden warmth of her skin against his arm when he picked her up, forcing himself to not let hands wander. He placed her on his bed, taking his own blanket onto the floor, leaving her with her pillow and blanket on his bed. Please Take the bed. Trust me, once I lie down it wont matter where I am, I will sleep. He chuckled a bit, lying down on the floor next to the bed, pulling a pillow beneath his head, and before he could even wish her goodnight, had passed out.