Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋

With the sun setting over the palace gardens, the King and Russ ventured out for a leisurely walk. As they strolled amidst the fragrant blooms and intricate hedges, Russ found the perfect moment to confide in his grandfather.

"Grandfather, there's something important I need to tell you," Russ began, his voice tinged with a mix of nerves and determination.

The King regarded his grandson warmly, encouraging him to continue. "Of course, Rossiya. You can always confide in me. What's on your mind?"

Russ took a deep breath before opening up about his complicated situation with Y/n. He explained how he was supposed to marry her, much to his mother's disapproval. The weight of this burden had been pressing on him, and he wanted to share it with someone he trusted.

"I love her, Grandfather," Russ admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "But my mother is forcing our relationship, and I fear her influence might tear us apart. I don't want to lose her, and I want to marry her here, far away from my mother's reach."

The King listened attentively, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He found it slightly amusing that even in the midst of royal affairs, the matters of the heart still held such significance.

"Rossiya, love is a powerful force," the King replied, placing a reassuring hand on his grandson's shoulder. "If your heart tells you that Y/n is the one, then I trust your judgment. You have my blessing to marry her."

Relief washed over Russ, grateful for his grandfather's understanding and support. "Thank you, Grandfather. Your blessing means the world to me," he said, his heart feeling lighter.

However, as they continued their walk, Russ couldn't shake off the cold demeanour that had crept back into his demeanor. The weight of his mother's disapproval still weighed heavily on him, clouding his happiness.

The King noticed the change in Russ's demeanor and paused their walk, gently turning his grandson to face him. "Rossiya, I can see that you're still troubled," he said, concern evident in his eyes. "Don't let your mother overshadow your happiness. Follow your heart and be true to yourself."

Russ nodded, trying to take his grandfather's advice to heart. "I'll try, Grandfather," he replied, determination flickering in his eyes. "I just hope I can find the strength to stand up to my mother and protect the love I have for Y/n."

The King smiled, pride evident in his expression. "You are strong, Rossiya, and I have faith in your abilities. Remember, love knows no boundaries, and sometimes, we must forge our own path despite the challenges."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden, Russ felt a renewed sense of determination. With his grandfather's blessing and support, he knew he had the strength to face the obstacles ahead and fight for the love he held dear.

Together, they continued their walk through the picturesque garden, the bond between grandfather and grandson growing even stronger. 

In the serenity of the palace gardens, amidst blossoming love and familial wisdom, Russ felt a glimmer of hope that he could overcome the obstacles and build a future with the one he loved, Y/n. 

The journey ahead would be filled with trials, but he was ready to face them with unwavering resolve and the knowledge that his grandfather stood firmly by his side.

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As the night wore on, Rossiya and the king bid each other farewell, leaving Russ to find solace in the tranquil garden. He took a seat on a stone bench, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the blooming flowers. Lost in his thoughts, he was taken aback when Tatjana appeared beside him, silently gliding like a wisp in the night.

For a moment, Russ's heart leaped, thinking that it might be Y/n coming to join him. But as Tatjana addressed him with utmost respect, calling him 'your majesty,' he realized his mistake. It was not Y/n, but the ever-loyal and perceptive Tatjana, the princess's maid.

"Good evening, your majesty," Tatjana greeted with a courteous nod, her voice gentle and polite.

Russ's surprise quickly gave way to his cold and distant demeanor, the weight of his worries and unresolved feelings tightening his chest. He replied curtly, "Evening, Tatjana."

Tatjana, though observant as always, did not press him about his sudden change in attitude. Instead, she chose her words carefully, sensing the turmoil beneath the surface. "May I join you, your majesty?" she asked, her eyes kind but guarded.

Russ sighed, the heaviness of the situation making him restless. "Suit yourself," he mumbled, gesturing to the empty space beside him.

Tatjana took a seat, her posture poised and graceful. She kept her gaze fixed on the moonlit path ahead, giving Russ the space to open up if he so wished. She knew that sometimes words were not enough, and silence could be just as powerful a companion.

Russ found himself torn. On one hand, he appreciated the quiet understanding Tatjana offered, but on the other, he longed to be with Y/n, to share his heartache and seek solace in her presence.

"You're loyal to Croatia, aren't you?" Russ finally spoke, breaking the silence that hung heavily between them.

Tatjana turned to him, her eyes unwavering. "Yes, your majesty. I serve her with utmost loyalty and devotion."

Russ nodded, his mind a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. "And you see everything," he stated more than asked, aware of Tatjana's keen perception.

"As a maid, I bear witness to many things within these walls," Tatjana replied, her voice soft yet steady. "But my loyalty lies with the princess and her best interests."

Russ pondered her words, knowing that Tatjana's loyalty meant that she held crucial information about his complicated relationship with Y/n. But he couldn't bring himself to share his inner turmoil with her, fearing that it might only complicate matters further.

"Thank you for your company, Tatjana," Russ said, his tone softening slightly. "But I think I need some time alone now."

Tatjana nodded respectfully, rising from the bench. "Of course, your majesty. If you ever need someone to confide in, know that I am here for you."

With that, she gracefully walked away, leaving Russ alone with his thoughts once more. He gazed at the moon, its gentle glow reminding him of Y/n, and he felt a mixture of longing and uncertainty in his heart.

As the night deepened, Russ found himself wrestling with his emotions, trying to find the courage to confront his feelings and the challenges that lay ahead. The palace garden, once a place of tranquility, now mirrored the inner turmoil of his heart, and he knew that the path to love and happiness wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to navigate it nonetheless.