Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐕𝐈

The grand celebration of our wedding had come to an end, and I retired to my chamber, still wrestling with the heaviness in my heart. I could not shake the feeling that something was amiss, that beneath the façade of splendor and celebration, there lay a truth I had yet to uncover.

As I sat in the quiet solitude of my room, I was startled by a soft knock on the door. Soviet stood outside, his once stoic demeanor now shattered, tears glistening in his eyes. My heart clenched at the sight of his vulnerability, and I quickly opened the door, inviting him in.

"Soviet, what's wrong?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

He hesitated for a moment, his emotions clearly in turmoil. "It's nothing," he replied, his voice trembling.

I stepped closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't hide from me. I can see that something is troubling you."

Soviet looked into my eyes, his vulnerability laying bare, and for a moment, I saw the young boy beneath the cold exterior. "It's just... everything is overwhelming. The weight of this responsibility, the expectations placed upon us," he admitted, his voice breaking.

I wrapped my arms around him, offering what little comfort I could. "We don't have to face this alone, Soviet. We have each other. We can navigate this journey together," I said, trying to infuse reassurance into my words.

But instead of finding solace in my embrace, Soviet pulled away abruptly, leaving me bewildered. Before I could react, he stormed out of the room, leaving me standing there, vulnerable and alone.

I followed close behind, my heart pounding in my chest. "Soviet, wait," I called after him, my voice filled with concern.

He ignored my pleas, his steps becoming more erratic as he continued down the corridor. I reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down, but he shook me off roughly.

"Leave me alone, Natalia," he snapped, his words laced with frustration.

I refused to back down, my concern for him outweighing my fear. "No, Soviet, I won't leave you alone. You're clearly upset, and I want to help," I insisted.

But my persistence seemed to only fuel his anger. In a sudden burst of emotion, he lashed out, his hand connecting with my cheek in a painful slap. I stumbled backward, a yelp escaping my lips as I fell to the ground.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him, my heart shattered by his actions. "Why would you do that?" I whispered, the pain both physical and emotional consuming me.

For a moment, Soviet's anger seemed to waver, replaced by a look of regret and sorrow. But he quickly turned away, refusing to meet my gaze. "I told you to leave me alone," he muttered, his voice choked with emotion.

As he walked away, leaving me there on the cold floor, I felt a sense of betrayal wash over me. How could the boy I once thought was destined to be my love, my partner in this journey, treat me with such callousness?

The pain of the slap lingered on my cheek, a physical reminder of the shattered illusions I held onto. I had believed that our love would conquer all, that our hearts would find their way to each other amidst the grandeur and intricacies of the empire.

But now, as I lay there vulnerable and cold, I realized that love was not enough to mend the fractures in our hearts. Soviet was burdened by the weight of his responsibilities and expectations, and in his struggle, he had lost sight of the love that had once connected us.

As tears streamed down my face, I made a choice. I would not let this pain consume me, nor would I allow myself to be defined by the actions of another.

I picked myself up from the ground, wiping away the tears that stained my cheeks. With a newfound determination, I stood tall, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

In the land of Russia, the tale of Natalia and Sovietov was far from over. The path that lay ahead was uncertain, filled with complexities and challenges.

But amidst the uncertainty, I knew that I had the strength within me to forge my own destiny. Love, I realized, was not something to be forced or expected. It was something to be discovered, nurtured, and cherished.

And so, with a heart still tender from the pain, I took my first steps towards a future that was truly mine to create. The grand tapestry of history would continue to weave its intricate threads, but I was determined to find my own path, to seek a love that would set my heart ablaze.