Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐋𝐗𝐈

As you finally walked down the aisle, you were accompanied by...

MY FATHER?!

My heart pounded in my chest, and a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. I couldn't believe my eyes. For years, I had believed my father to be dead, and yet there he was, walking you down the aisle. The shock and confusion must have been evident on my face as I tried to process the reality before me.

As you both approached the altar, I could see the confusion in your eyes as you looked at my father. You clearly had no idea who he was, and I couldn't blame you. After all, I had never spoken about him, and you had never seen him before.

As you reached the altar, my father smiled warmly at you and then turned to me. "Russ," he said, his voice steady and gentle. "I'm sorry for the surprise, but I couldn't miss the chance to be a part of your special day."

I was at a loss for words, my mind struggling to comprehend the situation. "But... I thought you were dead," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

My father's smile faded slightly, and he reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. "I know," he said softly. "I had to go into hiding to protect myself and our family. But I never stopped loving you, Russ, and I never stopped watching over you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of his words sank in. My father, whom I had believed to be gone forever, was standing before me, alive and well. The emotions that had been building up inside me over the years came rushing to the surface, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

You, sensing the tension in the air, reached out and took my hand in yours, offering me a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Russ," you said softly. "We can talk about it later. Right now, let's focus on our wedding."

Your words grounded me, and I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. You were right; this was our special day, and nothing should overshadow it.

As the wedding ceremony proceeded, my father, and you exchanged warm glances, and I could see a connection forming between you two. Despite not knowing each other before, you seemed to share a certain understanding, a bond that was forged through your love for me.

I also noticed that all of my siblings were here, and for a reason, it seemed that they were happy to be here, Serbia, Croatia, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Greenland, Finland, Iceland, it seemed that many royals decided to attend our wedding.

The revelation of my father's presence added an unexpected layer of emotion to the ceremony. I felt a mix of joy and sorrow, grateful to have him back in my life, but also mourning the years we had lost. I knew that we had a lot to talk about and reconcile, but for now, I wanted to focus on the love and happiness that surrounded us.

As the ceremony concluded, and we were pronounced husband and wife, I held you close, not wanting to let go. You were my rock, my anchor in the storm of emotions that swirled within me.

The reception was a joyous affair, with family and friends gathered to celebrate our union. My younger siblings, all revealed from under their cloaks, were beaming with happiness as they congratulated us. It was heart-warming to see them all together, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and love for each one of them.

During the festivities, I took the opportunity to speak with my father, away from the crowd. "Why did you keep yourself hidden all these years?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of hurt and curiosity.

My father sighed, his expression remorseful. "It was a difficult decision, Russ," he admitted. "But there were those who sought to harm our family, and I had to protect you all. I believed that by staying away, I could keep you safe."