Private Post: Yes, I know it's irrational.
At this point, I admit, I resent every moment I must spend away from Molokov Pilis.
I fear I was rather short with the staff in Moscow, but they were interrupting one of my rare breaks, and I'd stared at the marriage contract and the accompanying charges until cyrillic letters swam before my eyes.
I've memorised it, but I keep hoping that if I examine the original I'll find some loophole, something they forgot. So I study the seal, the paper, everything.
I've had two solicitors examine them.
Penny was a bit.. shocked... that I was with a man. More shocked by that than the marriage contract itself, I think. But she's one of the few I trust implicitly. She tells me that based on international law - though it's not her field - both documents are solid. She was rather uncomfortable in that posh office of hers, and I ran my hands over my face. This isn't how I wanted to tell her. Well. I intended to never tell her actually.
The Molokov attorney was less welcoming, and seemed to blame me for all the trouble. But his opinion was the same.
Niko has been haunting the castle like a ghost. Hovering, just out of reach. What does he think I'm going to do? Hit him? Throw paperweights-?
This evening I fell asleep on the documents on my desk, and woke with him massaging my shoulders, his strong hands stroking down my lower back to my waist. It felt so good. I promised him quietly, "We'll figure this out."
He murmured into my hair, "You are not angry?"
"I'm outraged," though I couldn't really drum it up at that moment. He chuckled a little and loosened the buttons of my shirt to slide his hands inside. I heard something scampering on the desk, and looked up to see a small origami unicorn tilting its head at me.
Niko watched it and ran his thumb along my skin. "You are this much rare."
Just when I want to wring his neck, he does something like that. I stretched up to kiss him.
I fear I was rather short with the staff in Moscow, but they were interrupting one of my rare breaks, and I'd stared at the marriage contract and the accompanying charges until cyrillic letters swam before my eyes.
I've memorised it, but I keep hoping that if I examine the original I'll find some loophole, something they forgot. So I study the seal, the paper, everything.
I've had two solicitors examine them.
Penny was a bit.. shocked... that I was with a man. More shocked by that than the marriage contract itself, I think. But she's one of the few I trust implicitly. She tells me that based on international law - though it's not her field - both documents are solid. She was rather uncomfortable in that posh office of hers, and I ran my hands over my face. This isn't how I wanted to tell her. Well. I intended to never tell her actually.
The Molokov attorney was less welcoming, and seemed to blame me for all the trouble. But his opinion was the same.
Niko has been haunting the castle like a ghost. Hovering, just out of reach. What does he think I'm going to do? Hit him? Throw paperweights-?
This evening I fell asleep on the documents on my desk, and woke with him massaging my shoulders, his strong hands stroking down my lower back to my waist. It felt so good. I promised him quietly, "We'll figure this out."
He murmured into my hair, "You are not angry?"
"I'm outraged," though I couldn't really drum it up at that moment. He chuckled a little and loosened the buttons of my shirt to slide his hands inside. I heard something scampering on the desk, and looked up to see a small origami unicorn tilting its head at me.
Niko watched it and ran his thumb along my skin. "You are this much rare."
Just when I want to wring his neck, he does something like that. I stretched up to kiss him.