Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐈𝐕

It was a day etched in my memory, a day when destiny weaved its intricate threads to bind my heart to another. The grand palace stood before us, a testament to the splendor of the Russian Empire, as we, the noble family of Baron Nikita Romanov, arrived with eager anticipation. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation as I knew I was about to meet Soviet, the boy chosen to be my betrothed.

My father, Nikita, a proud and respected man, led me through the opulent halls, my mother Alyona gracefully at his side. We were met with a regal reception as we approached the throne room, where his majesty, the noble Emperor Ross, and her majesty, the elegant Empress Maria, awaited our arrival. My heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Soviet standing beside them, looking as handsome as ever, even at the tender age of fourteen.

His dark hair and piercing blue eyes held a captivating charm that seemed to draw me in. Yet, I was unsure how to feel about this arranged union. My parents had told me of the importance of this union, of the alliance it would create between our noble families and the empire. And so, I stood before Soviet, trying to hide the apprehension behind a polite smile.

"Natalia, this is Sovietov, your betrothed," my father introduced us with a smile, his hand gently resting on my shoulder.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, offering a curtsey, trying to appear the proper young lady that society expected me to be.

Soviet's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I glimpsed a flicker of vulnerability. It was as if we were both treading into unknown territory, bound by the expectations placed upon us. "The pleasure is mine, Natalia," he replied, his voice holding a touch of shyness.

As the formalities continued, I found myself stealing glances at Soviet whenever I could. Our parents conversed about matters of state and the future, but my mind was elsewhere, lost in the intrigue of this new connection.

Throughout the afternoon, we were surrounded by the grandeur of the palace and the nobility that graced its halls. Yet, amidst all the splendor, I felt a growing sense of connection with Soviet. We exchanged small talk, awkward smiles, and shared glances that hinted at a mutual understanding. It was as if we were both caught in the currents of a river, unsure where it would lead us.

In the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars adorned the night sky, we were invited to a grand banquet in celebration of our betrothal. The ballroom was a spectacle of beauty, adorned with shimmering chandeliers and lavish decorations. As the music played, I found myself dancing with Soviet, our steps faltering as we tried to find our rhythm.

"You dance beautifully," he complimented me, his cheeks tinged with a soft blush.

"And you're quite the dancer yourself," I replied, a hint of playfulness in my tone.

As we swayed to the music, I felt a sense of comfort in Soviet's presence. It was as if we were two souls brought together by fate, navigating the complexities of our future.

During a brief moment alone, away from the prying eyes of the court, Soviet and I found ourselves strolling through the palace gardens. The moonlight bathed everything in a gentle glow, and a soft breeze caressed our faces.

"It's all so overwhelming, isn't it?" I whispered, my fingers trailing along the petals of a delicate rose.

Soviet nodded, his eyes searching mine. "Yes, it is. But I can't help but feel that there's something more to all of this," he confessed, his vulnerability laying bare.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Soviet felt the same uncertainty and yearning that I did. In the midst of our arranged union, a genuine connection was blossoming.

As the night drew to a close, I found myself torn between the weight of duty and the spark of something deeper. The palace's grandeur seemed to fade in comparison to the emotions swirling within me.