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The morning arrived with a start Dmitry had barely had time to recover from his inebriation before the flaps of his tent were thrown open, the bellow of the ringmaster ringing in his ears. His eyes flew open, unable to focus for a moment, blinking a few times before the form of his aggressor came into focus. His head was pounding, the effects of last nights sprawl into his new life catching up with him painfully, his strong hand rising to his forehead with a cringe. It took a moment for him to realize that the warmth of the form next to him was Pavla, and he was sad to see her get up so quickly, rushing to gather her things and begin preparations for the day. Petre bellowed a few more times, Dmitry was still not completely awake enough to make it all out, sitting up, still holding his head in his hands with a grunt of effort. He stood eventually, looking around him as Pavla scuttled about, she disappeared, returning with an empty wash bin and filling it with cold water, removing her clothing and beginning to wash herself. Dmitry averted his eyes at first, looking anywhere but at the nude body of his soon to be new bride. Eventually however he could not help himself, azure orbits scanning over her, taking in the slim lines of her back, then to the small bulge of her belly. He frowned instantaneously, she was thin, frail looking, she didnt have near enough fat on her body, especially to support the new life brewing inside of her. But Dmitry remained quiet, taking off his own shirt when she was finished cleaning, to follow suit. His chest was firm, muscled and with little else to distract from his form other than a little dark hair dappling his pectoral muscles. He cleaned himself up quickly, rinsing down and searching about his trunk of clothing for something appropriate for the day, needless to say he had not been prepared to be getting married. The only thing he possessed was a brown three piece suit, and with a sigh he donned the garments, smoothing down the wrinkles as best he could and tightening his tie, he ran his hand through long hair, trying back the brown strands at the nape his neck, a brave attempt at looking as normal as he could. Taking a deep breath, he emerged into the sunlight of the morning he blinked rapidly, his headache returning with vigor. He dammed the liquor from the night before swearing to himself for what must have been the thousandth time that he would not drink more than his fill again. There was a crowd outside, all of them walking in one general direction toward the side tent, which normally displayed the lion tamer on a great stage, but today there stood none but a minister, dressed in the usual black garb of one of the church. He cleared his throat, climbing the stairs onto the small stage, bowing his head gently to the minister, while the crowd of onlookers seemed confused by this sudden marriage. He looked down at his feet, until the crowd seemed to hush slightly, looking up he watched the lovely form of Pavla climbing the stairs to stand opposite him, he dark hair covered by a thin veil, covering her face, obscuring her from his vision. They both stood there somewhat awkwardly, until the Minister took his hands and hers, merging them together. The vows felt forced, merely repeating them after the minister, unable to put much emphasis into them, his eyes however remained squarely on Pavla. She looked positively radiant in her white dress, despite how it was ill-fitting, the flowers in her hands makeshift and worn, and the veil somewhat crumpled. Even beneath all of this he could feel his heart flutter when her hands sat in his, petite and warm, he gave them a gentle squeeze, as if trying to reassure her. He was pulled from his thoughts when the light glinted on the gold band, his mouth twitched a little, almost revealing a smile, taking the small object from her and examining it for a second, before lifting up his left hand, and pushing it on to his pinky finger. It just fit, barely, a little too tight, but he flexed his fingers before they dived into his pocket, pulling up his own gift to her. He took her small hand, placing the ring on the proper finger, it seemed as though it might be a little too big, but left it there regardless, taking her hand in his again. And so, by the power vested in me by our lord Jesus Christ, I now pronounce you man and wife. Dmitrys heart pounded in his chest, looking down to Pavla apologetically. You may kiss the bride. The minister finished, Dmitry stalled for a moment, before bending down to her slightly, his large hands gingerly lifting the veil, looking into her large, beautiful eyes for a moment, before leaning forward, taking her small lips against his own, holding the meek kiss for a moment before releasing it, unable to look her in the eyes, Dmitry felt as if he had stolen it. The crowd clapped as was customary, throwing some rice and milling away from the congregation area, Dmitry still holding Pavlas hands in his own, mouth open as if to speak, but unable to form any words to comfort her at that moment. Well We are married. was all he could say.