Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Watching him drink, she knew he was upset, though she didnt understand why. A shiver ran her spine at his words, she knew she could trust him he would protect her from Petre. Her brown eyes met his blue, she did not fear him and her heart was pure of thought for him. Curiously, though, she watched as he toiled with her question. His mind was full of questions, some she could answer and others she could not. Smiling as he began to nod she situated herself on her side slowly, her body aching in ways it had not ever before. She watched his shirt fall and blushed as he reached for his pants she hadnt paid attention when he stripped earlier for their wedding. Pavla could feel the bed move when he joined her, the springs protesting his added weight. She moved closer to him as he wrapped his arm around her. For as large as he was, he was gentle. Smiling softly she lay a small hand on his chest and the other under her head. Feeling his warmth move into her small form she smiled and relaxed against him. Pulling herself closer to him she nodded her head, I am. Looking into his eyes in the half light of the area around them she smiled softly as he dried her eyes. She hadnt expected him to treat her with such kindness, yet he did. He had every right to be angry with her she was anything but a proper wife for him. She wasnt proper as anyones wife at least, that was what shed always been told by her step father as she approached womanhood. Her hand reached up and slid into his hair moving it from his face, a slight frown upon her lips as she did this. You have a kind heart Dmitry, that is all that need to appeal to me. Dropping her hand from his hair, she kissed his chest over his heart. I am not perfect either, I do not expect you to be. Settling her head against his broad chest she was as close to him as she could possibly get, she felt so safe pressed against his warm body, I appreciate your protection. It may only get worse when I chose to stay with you. Allowing the heaviness of her words sink in she lay there her hand stroking over the firm muscles of his side. Her heart was heavy burdened with secrets that one her age should not of had to even deal with. Clearing her throat she leaned back and looked up into his eyes. I have been warned if a word was breathed about who fathered my child you would be tossed from the circus, along with me. I cannot stomach the thought so I will spare you the details, but I feel you should know this. The man, whose child I carried, he forced himself upon me. I-I never welcomed him into my bed and the child was not my choice. She settled and held him closer, realizing she had invited him into the bed. Her heart raced at the thought, she hadnt meant to make it seem like that was the comparison. But it was, or at least that is what she thought about now. Even if it was she felt safer now and he had promised not to hit her or mistreat her. Goodnight Dmitry, she whispered and lay there. Her head was full of thoughts, could she be a good wife for him. What did he need to make his life complete? He seemed to have everything set when she was thrown at him. Perhaps that had been Petres thinking. Dmitry was a grown man and Pavla was but a child, shed never been on her own and had not been taught any of her responsibilities by her mother. Sliding her hand down his chest she stared at the ring that adorned her finger. It was a beautiful reminder of whom she belonged to, where she belonged and that she mattered to him. Even if he didnt know it, the ring was a small token of promise, future. Her thoughts swirled in her head as she lay there waiting for sleep to take her.