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Pavlas heart fluttered in her chest, the white dress hung off of her frame much like an ill fit on a makeshift doll, but she was thankful to the two women. In her time of need they had helped her out and she would return the favor when, and if, possible. She felt the squeeze of hid large hands over hers and her thoughts pulled to him. Dmitry wasnt as bad as he could have been, she felt his heart was good and that was all that truly mattered. Glancing out to her step-father, she knew the man that held her hands now wouldnt harm her like Petre had. If anything she was sure he would try to protect her. Marrying her off had been the best for her, she was another mans wife and he could not demand her to his bed without the side show artists banning together. Together they could ruin the circus and all would be left was not much. Turning her gaze to Dmitry she saw him slide the ring into place as best as possible. She would talk to the ladies about a bit of cording. The ring he pulled out however shocked her, Oh my she whispered softly. It was too big but another bit of cording would make it fit properly. She smiled behind her veil. Brown eyes lifted to his blue as the minister spoke about her being his wife. Relief swept through her, she thought of the safety she felt the night before just lying next to him. She saw the sad way he looked at her he didnt even want to kiss her. Dropping her eyes to her hands she stared at the new object and held back her tears. As the veil rose, so did her eyes. Looking up at him in this way she was sure they looked very large, almost too large for her thin face. Rising on her toes she pressed her lips to his, they were warm and soft, not at all what she had expected from him. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she lost her balance and pressed a small hand to his stomach before the kiss was through. Pavlas cheek blushed. The light pink tint covered both her cheeks as she turned to follow him down the stairs. The rice was tossed and flecked both of their dark hair, the veil saving Pavlas hair. She looked up at him expectantly, though she wasnt sure what she expected him to say. her hands felt so small and fragile in his. She nodded, but before she could speak her step-father chimed in. Yes, you two are married. Tonight is a special night. He circled the two of them and laughed as Pavla moved closer to Dmitry. Because tonight is such a special night I have given you each an extra performance. He sneered at Pavla. Absentmindedly she rubbed her belly, she had not been performing because she was ill and now that she was known to be with child, she wasnt sure it was safe. Her worried filled eyes looked up at Dmitry and then back to her father as she nodded, I understand. She gave his hand a squeeze. Her father laughed and moved away. Pavla knew he wanted her married, but a true marriage was not what he had in mind. I need to practice I have not been in the box for some time. She was a contortionist and performed in the main tent, she was one of the regular acts. Smiling over her shoulder she moved to speak with Glorianna and Elizabeth, the midget woman. Smiling she walked to him and tugged the ring off of his pinky gently. The flesh was purple-red and she rubbed it gently, she slid the ring onto the length of leather and looped it around the ring and then tied it in a knot. Now it should fit. She slid her own off and wound yarn around the band and slid it on when it was tight enough. She tucked the ends in and moved toward their tent. She slid on her practice outfit which was just a little too tight, deciding it would stretch she folded the dress and veil and returned them and headed toward the main tent. The band was light on her finger but felt heavy. That night she stepped from her second set and felt lightheaded and exhausted. Glorianna found her heading to her tent, a thick robe slung over her shoulders to ward off the cool night air. Come on dearie lets get you tucked into bed. Pavla mumbled something, but the older woman could not hear it nor understand it. An hour later Pavla was screaming and shaking, her stomach convulsing and going concave as her muscles spasmed. Elizabeth found her on the rug and knew what was going on. She sent Glorianna after Dmitry and helped Pavla through the pain of delivery. Her small body expelling the form of the developing child, her sallow face was a sharp contrast to the dark shirt she wore. It was a sad moment.