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Hearing he didnt even want her as a bride, made everything that much harder. Knowing he felt forced didnt make it easier either. Pavla readjusted the box and followed the man to his tent, at least he was kind toward her. Thank you, Her voice was soft she kept her head low as they walked. Everyone knew who she was, but none knew of her predicament. She rubbed a hand over her swollen belly and fell in line behind the tall man that led the way. The fire they came too looked warm and a chill ran down her spine, she smiled at the woman cooking and even though she was ignored would make it a point to befriend her. Following Dmitry into the tent she looked around at what would be her new home. It wasnt what she was used to, but it would do. Her brown eyes looked up at him, she felt tiny compared to the man. It is not your fault that I am here it was my fathers decision. I will be happy and quiet. she looked around once more and smiled. I will not make troub Stopping in mid word she shook her head and let her eyes fall as she pulled her dress tight over her belly. We will not make trouble for you. Moving to the basin she found it already had water in it. Turning she rummaged in her bag for clean clothes and placed them on the table with a rag. Stripping the filthy clothes off she let them fall in a pile to the side of the table. Moving quickly she washed away the mud and got redressed. Moving to the bag she pulled out a pillow and a small handmade quilt. Soon she had pulled the rumpled blankets smooth and fluffed the pillows he had. the rug at the side of the bed she picked up and dusted off. Dropping her pillow and the blanket she made it as comfortable as possible. Going to the box she pulled out a jewelry box, it was small and white, something her real father had made it for her 12th birthday, a few months before he died. She opened the lid and smiled as it played its song, she sat it on the desk amongst his things. Hoping he wouldnt mind. The brown pants she slid on her form were comfortable as was the large white shirt she wore now as well. Slipping her dainty feet into the flats she had in her box, she pulled a green shawl from it as well and moved out of the tent, where she assumed Dmitry had wandered off to. Approaching the older woman she offered her assistance. Is there anything I can help you with? The look on her face was not one of shock or horror, she had seen the woman around, all of the sideshows, but never been able to talk with them. She simply smiled and moved toward the bread the woman pointed at. Nodding as though they spoke a secret language she added a piece to the hand of each who grabbed a bowl ladled up by the woman. Smiling at each as well, some stared back curiously and others chose to ignore her altogether. She handed the woman a piece of the bread and took the offered bowl. With a smile and a nod she moved off and away to find a small place around the fire. She sat next to a hunchback and another male she knew to be the elephant man. She smiled politely and dipped into her stew. The flavor was not what she was used to but being the only thing the group had she understood. Looking around the fire she found Dmitry and smiled softly, until someone asked her a question. She only nodded, the woman had asked her if it was too her liking. She ate her fill and gave the scraps left over to a skinny dog that approached. Its fur was matted and he seemed to have a limp. A midget approached, female, and pulled the dog away apologizing profusely. She ate her bread in silence. She wondered if they had questioned Dmitry about her presence, she knew they would not come to her, it was not proper. The few that had ignored her either still did so or glared at her angrily. It was to be expected, they knew who her father was. Picking up her bowl she moved to the low bucket of soapy water and washed it and her spoon. sitting them with the few others to dry she moved to Dmitrys side. She placed a small hand on his shoulder and waited for him to acknowledge her, I am going to bed now, father will likely be by in the morning to gather us for the ceremony. I dont expect it to be much. She waited to hear what he had to say then leaning down she kissed his cheek, Thank you and goodnight. Moving to the tent she glanced over her shoulder one last time before pulling the flaps closed behind her. Extinguishing the lantern she curled up on the rug. She lay there in her shirt only with just the small blanket covering her form when he entered the tent, his shadow stretching over the interior from the fire outside.