Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐈𝐗

As the days passed, the anticipation for our wedding day grew, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Under the guidance of Russ' uncle, King Croat, we were granted the blessing to marry, and the preparations for the grand event were well underway. Our chamber, a spacious and luxurious abode, felt like a haven of love and comfort as we shared the moments leading up to our big day.

The chamber felt like a small, secluded house within the palace, with its own separate kitchen, bathroom, living room, and even a cosy library. It was a space we could call our own, a sanctuary where we spent most of our time together, basking in the joy of our upcoming union.

Russ and I were inseparable during this time, often lost in each other's company. We revelled in the bliss of our love, and even though Russ tried to maintain his usual cold and stoic demeanour, there was a glimmer of warmth in his eyes whenever he looked at me.

"Are you sure you want to spend so much time with me?" Russ asked one evening as we cuddled on the plush sofa in the living room. "I fear I may drive you away with my coldness."

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair affectionately. "You could never drive me away," I assured him. "Your coldness is a part of you, and I love every aspect of who you are."

Russ seemed taken aback by my words, as if he couldn't fathom how someone could love him so deeply. But he leaned into my touch, a rare display of vulnerability.

"It's just... all this sweetness and affection feels strange to me," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

I chuckled softly, understanding his reservations. "I know it might be out of your comfort zone, but it's okay to let yourself feel vulnerable sometimes. Love isn't always about grand gestures and heroic acts. It's about the small moments of tenderness and connection."

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the walls he had built around his heart seemed to lower. "I suppose I'll have to get used to it then," he said with a faint smile.

Over the following weeks, we delved deeper into wedding preparations, and the palace was bustling with activity. Decorations adorned every corner, and the air was filled with the fragrant aroma of flowers and delicious treats being prepared for the grand feast.

As the day drew nearer, the excitement and nerves began to intertwine within me. Russ and I often stole moments alone, seeking solace in each other's arms as we navigated the whirlwind of emotions.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Russ led me to the castle's expansive garden. It was a secluded spot, with blooming roses in every hue surrounding us. The sight was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it all.

"It's stunning," I whispered, my heart swelling with love for him and the world around us.

Russ smiled, taking my hand in his. "I thought you might like it," he said softly.

We walked along the winding paths, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The air was filled with the melodious chirping of birds, and the gentle rustling of leaves added to the serenity of the moment.

As we reached a small gazebo adorned with twinkling fairy lights, Russ turned to face me. His eyes held a mixture of tenderness and vulnerability, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I never imagined I could feel this way about someone," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you've changed everything for me. Your love has softened the edges of my soul and brought warmth to a heart I thought was forever frozen."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I reached out to caress his cheek. "You've brought so much joy and love into my life as well," I replied. "I never want to be without you."

Russ leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. It felt like a promise of forever, a vow of love and devotion that transcended time and space.

As the days dwindled down to the final countdown, our love only grew stronger. We knew that the day of our wedding would mark the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, and we were ready to embrace it with open hearts.

As the day of our wedding drew near, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, accompanied by a touch of mystery. We had been informed that there would be additional guests in attendance, but the identity of these guests remained shrouded in secrecy. Russ and I exchanged puzzled glances, our curiosity piqued by this unexpected development.

As the sun rose on the morning of our wedding, excitement and nerves intertwined within me. Tatjana and Croatia, both dear to my heart, were by my side, helping me prepare for the momentous occasion. The chamber bustled with activity, the air alive with the fragrance of blooming flowers and the soft hum of whispered conversations.

Tatjana's skilled hands worked diligently, arranging my hair in an elegant updo adorned with delicate pearls. "You look absolutely radiant, my lady," she remarked with a warm smile.

Croatia nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Indeed, Y/n. You're going to be the most beautiful bride."

I chuckled, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. "Thank you, both of you. I'm so grateful to have you here with me."

Croatia's playful grin widened. "And we're grateful to witness this union. Russ is one lucky man."

Tatjana chimed in, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Although I must admit, I envy you a bit. To marry someone as handsome and enigmatic as Russ... it's a dream come true."

Blushing slightly, I glanced down at the delicate lace of my dress, feeling a rush of warmth at their words. "I'm the lucky one," I said softly. "And I wouldn't trade this moment for anything."

As the final touches were put in place, we shared light-hearted laughter, the camaraderie between us strengthening the bond of friendship that had grown over the years. Croatia, a vivacious spirit, began teasing Tatjana about potential suitors.

"Speaking of marriages," Croatia mused, a playful glint in her eyes, "what about you, Tatjana? Any handsome princes caught your eye?"

Tatjana chuckled, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Oh, please. I'm more focused on making sure our dear bride looks flawless today."

Croatia laughed heartily. "Ah, but you can't fool me, Tatjana. I've seen the way you blush when Norway is around."

Tatjana rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Nonsense. Norway and I are merely friends."

Croatia winked playfully. "Friends, huh? Well, a little birdie told me that he's quite smitten with you."

Tatjana's protests were met with laughter, and the teasing continued as we shared these precious moments together. Despite the light-hearted banter, there was an underlying sense of affection and support that buoyed our spirits.