His New Wife

༺ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩 ༻

"I'm only going back to get something I left behind..."

Mona sighs in content as she finishes packing her things. "Well, I'm finally done. What about you, dear?" She asks as Tord closes a suitcase. "That makes two of us. Want to come with me to see if Patryk and Paul are ready? After that, I'll need to make an announcement and official passing of power to Ivan before we leave." Mona tilts her head. "Ivan...?" She asks and Tord chuckles. "Corporal Volkov. His name is Ivan, but sometimes I forget not everyone knows that." Tord gestures for Mona to follow him as he continues. "Me and Ivan have been friends for years...since we were both young. Both our fathers were army men, and we met that way as well. He doesn't have a welcoming aura, but I assure you, he isn't mean." The couple walk down the halls, Tord leading Mona to the soldiers' quarters. They stop at a door, the golden placard beside it reading 'Patryk Dagolewicz' and 'Paul Van Dijk.' Mona makes a mental note of their names as Tord knocks. "Soldiers? Are you packed and ready?" The door opens and Patryk smiles out at his leader. "Yes sir! We're just making sure there aren't any little things missing. Our bags are already on the plane if you want us to take yours and Mona's real quick." Tord shakes his head. "That won't be necessary. But I do need you and Paul to attend the meeting. Just so no one tries to mess with Ivan." Tord lets out a chuckle. "Not that I worry about him but I do wish to keep at least some of my army intact."

Mona walks with Tord to the training field. It was the only place big enough to hold all his soldiers with no trouble. "So...where will I stand?" She asks, looking over the large crowd of people. Tord wraps a somewhat protective arm around her waist, continuing to walk. "You'll be standing by my side. When we finally marry, that's where you'll be during meetings like this." He gives her a grin, making her giggle. Ivan, Patryk, and Paul were already waiting for Tord and Mona near the podium. Tord nods to them before approaching the mic. Various soldiers began to cheer and shout, sounding like a large hype team for Tord. Mona grins, staying by his side as he holds up a hand. In an instant, the crowd goes silent. "I'm sure you may have heard the news by now, but I have some business to attend to in London. I understand that I put Colonels Dagolewicz and Van Dijk in charge in my absence, but unfortunately, they are needed with me on this particular mission. Therefore, Corporal Volkov will be your temporary leader until I return. Show him the same respect you show me. Any problems he has with any of you that he reports will be handled once I come back. Do I make myself clear?" Mona lets out another giggle as she compares Tord's speech to a parent scolding their children. Tord gives her a side glance as the mass of soldiers salute and reply with a "Sir, yes sir!" He tries not to crack a grin as he looks at his fiancée's giggling face.

Paul piles Tord and Mona's bags onto the private plane before entering the cockpit with Patryk. "Everything looking good to go, Pat?" The taller male grins at his friend, giving him a thumbs up. "Yep! Just waiting for Red Leader and we're off the ground!" Paul nods, stepping outside and down the small set of stairs before coming up behind Tord. "We're ready to go, sir." Tord nods to him, wrapping an arm around Mona as he leads her up the stairs to the plane's entrance. As they ascend, the soldiers who had come to watch their leader depart begin chanting. "Long live Red Leader! Long live Red Leader! Long live Red Leader!" Tord and Mona enter the plane and some ground soldiers wheel the stairs away. The plane's engine roars to life and everyone steps back as the propellers start to spin. Soon, the large doors open and the plane flies off.

Mona wanders around the plane, looking at the different things inside. "It's so roomy here!" She giggles, peeking out a window at the land below them. Tord watches Mona scurry around, a smile on his face. "Have you never been flying before?" "Nope! I've never been outside of Norway before, so I'm extra excited!" Tord smiles more, standing up and going to Mona's side. "I'm sorry that it's for business purposes, but maybe one day we'll take an out-of-country trip. Just the two of us." Mona looks up at Tord, smiling. "I would love that..." She whispers, kissing him gently. He holds her waist gently as Mona slides her arms around Tord's neck. She giggles as Tord kisses her cheek, then her jaw. "We should be landing soon, darling. Why don't we get comfortable?" She nods and sits back down with him, leaning her head onto his shoulder. Twenty minutes later, Patryk opens the cockpit and smiles. "We'll be landing in about ten minutes. The London location already has men at the airport to handle the plane." Tord nods to Patryk as he runs his fingers through Mona's hair. "Thank you, soldier." The colonel smiles lovingly at the couple before slipping back into the cockpit and closing the door.

Mona grins wide as she, Tord, Patryk, and Paul exit the airport. While Mona wore her blue sundress, Tord and the others have changed. Tord was wearing a plain red hoodie and black jeans. Patryk and Paul opted to keep their turtlenecks on but wore hoodies over them, Patryk wearing yellow while Paul went for pink. "So this is London! What a sight!" Mona squeals, skipping along as she pulls her rolling suitcase behind her. "Mona darling, don't go too far ahead!" Tord calls, making the young woman slow down. "So what exactly are we going to be doing here?" Paul asks. Tord watches Mona gawk at different things, pursing his lips. "I have a credit card you two may use for the duration of this trip. Get yourselves a hotel room and go enjoy yourselves, but be prepared to answer my call when I need you to." Patryk and Paul nod, the trio catching up with Mona.

"Wait, only me and Paul are staying at a hotel? What about you and Mona?" Patryk frowns as Tord hands him the card. "We'll be staying at the house. I've already let him know the week before, so my appearance isn't completely out of nowhere." He takes Mona's hand, nodding to his colonels. "I will communicate with you two by text. If that phone rings, I want you at whatever location I give you in full uniform. Understand?" "Yes sir." They say. Tord nods and looks at Mona. "Well min kjære, are you ready?" Mona smiles at her fiancé. "When you are!" They make their way out of the hotel and down the street.

"Old friends...here I come."