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She spoke kind words of him in the think darkness of the tent, Dmitry was only able to see a small glimmer of light off of the whites of her eyes, the slick surface of her teeth when she spoke, but he listened to the lift and fall of her voice, his eyes not meeting hers as he spoke of his kind heart. Perhaps it was true, perhaps he was not the monster that everyone made him out to be. But when the liquor was flowing, and accusations were flying, he could easily live up to their expectations of destruction. There were many reasons for him not to take a wife, more than he couldnt even count, but with the small form of her body pressed so closely to his in that moment, he couldnt seem to come up with any reasons why she should leave his side right now. His comfortable thoughts were quickly shaken when she revealed that the father of her miscarried babe was not a lover, but a horrid rapist. His pupils dilated in the darkness, and he silently held her closer to his body, kissing the top of her head before releasing his grasp on her. She continually refused to speak the mans name and he did not come forward when she lost the child, only her stepfather. It quickly clicked for him then, the contempt, the anger, the possessive nature he exhibited it was all to clear. But Dmitry kept silent about his new found knowledge, she obviously did not wish to reveal his information to him, and he would not try to pry a confirmation from her. She would tell him in her own time, and if she never told him, then he would never ask. A part of his heart turned black at that moment, for if it was the last thing he did, he would make the ringmaster pay for this, for no woman deserved what had happened to poor Pavla. The two eventually fell asleep, but for Dmitry it only felt like a few moments before the crows where making a racket outside, indicating that morning had arrived with vigor. He let out a sigh, looking to his side at the sleeping form of his new bride. She still looked tired, weak from the events of the night before. Dmitry slipped his arm out from under her and off of the bed, trying his best not to wake her she needed all the sleep she could get. He rose to his feet, running a hand through his hair. He felt dirty, and weak, he had eaten little in the past few days, and with a quick glance at the ever growing mountain of empty bottles, and merely drank. Still his thirst for alcohol seemed to never be quenched, and after putting on a shirt and his shoes, exited the tent in search of more. His pockets were almost empty, only a few shillings before their next pay, and with the ringmaster having complete control over these funds, he was unsure of whether or not another payday would come. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the coins and looking at them, watching them shimmer in the early morning sunlight. Before Dmitry knew it he was approaching a merchant cart across from the conglomeration of circus tents, many of the acts were surrounding it, getting themselves prepared for another long day with an early drink. Dmitry did not need to say anything, as the thickly mustached cart owner reached beneath the main offering and pulled out a large bottle of clear liquor in exchange for the majority of Dmitrys remaining shillings. He quickly pulled out the stopper, drinking deeply and walking back to his tent, he stopped before it, looking down at the bottle in his hand and feeling the growing buzz in his head. She did not need to see him like this and yet he could not stop himself. Preferring instead to seat himself in front of the fire once again, and drink into a stupor. A few hours passed, and Dmitry felt as though the dragon inside him was pacified for a moment, still able to walk and converse, such as the benefit of being so large, it would take far, far more alcohol to make him incapacitated. He requested two bowls of the thick porridge Glorianna had been toiling over while he simply sat next to the fire and drank. You should be ashamed of yourself Dmitry. Your poor wife cant even walk and youre out here drinking? I thought you might stop this nonsense once you got married. She scolded him like he was a child, his demeanor quickly changing from content to cold. Shut your damn mouth woman, and serve me as I ask! He yelled at her, she seemed unfazed. Indeed, Glorianna was used to dealing with a drunk Dmitry, she gave in, giving him two bowls, their contents steaming in the cool morning air. I hope you dont speak to Pavla that way. She said more softly, Dmitry glared at her, as if she could tell him how to treat his own wife! I will speak to her however I bloody well please. He quickly revolted, turning his back and walking into the tent, plopping down the two bowls with a loud clatter on the table. He set the bottle of liquor behind him, sitting down and beginning to eat, shoving the bed with a strong foot to rouse her. Eat. You need your strength. He demanded, his voice was not the soft, warm reverberation that it was the night before, his whole demeanor changed when he drank, and not for the better.