Alfred felt Ivan's essence drip out of him. The marriage was official. Whoopee!
His ass felt really sore. Guess the stereotype about those easterners was right. Who knew?
Alfred wouldn't mind doing more of that.
It's not that he liked it or anything! B-b-but it did feel a little nicer.
Maybe even a little nicer than the fun he'd had with Nat.
A strong arm wrapped around Alfred's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts, and pulling him closer to the king.
Alfred slowly intertwined their fingers together.
Alfred buried his nose in Ivan's neck. He smelt like frosted woods and the sharp sting of alcohol. Surprisingly, it didn't really bother Alfred that much.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as Alfred thought?
Alfred ignored the executioner's bell blaring outside his window.
Alfred wasn't sure if he loved Ivan, he wasn't even sure if it could work, with how they were married off together, but maybe with enough work, they could get this thing to last?
Alfred tried to fight down his smile as Ivan whispered "Ya tebya lyublyu."
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Love Through the Ages
FanfictionAlfred had always been a late bloomer. Through puberty to love, he was always last. None of it clicked. Love was disgusting and icky, why would anyone like it? All it did was cause heartbreak and sorrow. Maybe with some help he could learn the ins a...
