A Noble Marriage

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It didn't take long for the thirteen-year-old to approach her and ask bluntly, "You seem to be a little upset about this." Vronsky lowered his voice and asked.

"What?"

Vronsky gestured with his lips in the direction of his sister's departure, then he shrugged his shoulders: "It's not a big deal, is it?"

Despite what he said, there was some juvenile posturing going on. Truth be told, Vronsky stepped into the circle only six months ago, after he turned twelve and his sister thought it was time to look at him with a mature eye.

Vronsky is eager to be recognized, so even though some things in this circle really surprised him at first, now he tells himself it's no big deal. Everyone goes through it. A beautiful woman with money and status is a sad thing if only her husband adores her.

A single woman needs to be reserved, but once she's married, the adulation won't hurt her reputation, and the love will make her very attractive in social circles. Vronsky's mother had been like that when she was young, and now they were just accepting and loving the laws of society as they were written.

Anna understood what Vronsky meant, and she was a little surprised. But combined with Vronsky's unconcerned look at the moment, she didn't argue, just gave a less concerned and somewhat apologetic smile.

Vronsky gave her a suspicious look.

"Would you like some cake?" Anna asked.

She acted so sincerely that there was almost no sense of intentionality lurking there, so she received only a somewhat annoyed look.

"No, thanks. I'm not a child anymore." Vronsky said stiffly.

He curled up with a scowl, because he had meant not to show his displeasure, which was immature, but couldn't quite manage it. So he decided to leave Anna's side of the table so he could be more comfortable instead of acting like a baby in a mood.

Anna watched the teenager leave and join Duchess Miahecki and the others in their conversation. She took another look in the direction of Sister Vronsky's departure and finally winked and ate a small sweet cake by herself.

At half past three, an uncommon person came to their tea party.

"You are a rare guest." Patsy said with a smile, her flirtatious eyes always like to use as all people, although she thought Kalinin this person boring tight, but also do not intend to skip him.

Karenin kissed the back of Duchess Pertheschi's hand.

He didn't like the overly flirtatious lady, but he had to admire her social skills. There was no need to show his preference.

Kalenin straightened up, he politely swept the room and in that brief moment quickly caught his wife's bearings, whose large eyes were looking at him with some surprise.

Karenin hadn't intended to smile, he had intended a socially fake hint of a smile, but his eyes touched his young wife and he couldn't help but become genuine.

"Your Rembrille looks like a great success, and I think next time you're going to be the best hostess in Peterborough at hosting tea parties." He curled his lip in compliment to Patsy, but his eyes still fell carelessly on his wife.

Patsy giggled.

She loved receiving compliments, especially on things like dress, beauty, and tea parties. But she also didn't drift off touched by a compliment or encouragement like a fourteen-year-old girl at her first ball, swearing that the man before her must be the nicest, loveliest person in the world.

"Come, sit here with your wife, and talk with us." Patsy said affectionately, being such a good host and taking complete care of the newlyweds.

"What brings you here?" Anna asked in a low voice as Karenin took his seat, her voice small but still feeling the leap of joy in it.

"I finished my business in the department early." Karenin replied, and then his eyes shifted to the ambassador's wife, talking with her.

Anna gently bit the soft flesh of her lower lip as she moved a little closer to her husband.

Karenin felt his wife approaching him, and out of courtesy, he moved a little to the side. But it didn't take long for his wife to move a little closer to him again.

So Karenin had to stop talking for a moment and took the time to look at his wife and ask her if something was wrong. And the latter just opened those bright eyes and smiled at him contentedly.

Karenin turned his eyes, this time not foolishly thinking that his wife felt more crowded so he moved to the side. Although, logically, he did not see any point in such a move at all, it was clear that his wife liked the narrow and crowded distance.

If they weren't still in front of a whole bunch of people, Anna felt like she wouldn't be able to resist kissing Karenin.

Of course, wouldn't you feel honored if your husband modified his schedule for you for more than a decade?

If she put her hand on Karenin's arm at this time, it would always seem too sticky, so Anna had to resist the urge and express her joy by staying close to each other.

"I went to the dressing room for a moment, and then we had a new partner, didn't we?"

Vronsky's sister returned, her hair and dress not at all disheveled, but the flush on her face was deeper, her eyes were still bright, and she looked like a flower with a different kind of brightness.

"Yes." Patsy agreed sweetly, introducing Karenin to Vronsky's sister.

Karenin talked with Vronsky's sister for a few minutes, and Duchess Miahsky mentioned a bill that Karenin and the others were discussing at this time.

Duchess Miahsky had no intention to talk about such serious matters, in fact, she did not care much, but she liked Anna, so she was happy to talk with her husband about something that the latter liked.

They exchanged some views.

Karenin understood what they wanted to hear, like Duchess Miahsky, he liked politics, bills, and talking about them was right up his alley, but he also understood that he was dealing with some noblewomen. If he let his nature take its course, the conversation would either break up or be embarrassingly uninteresting. So he moved out the set of rhetoric, cleverly to perfume each other.

They sat for another half an hour, and at this time it would not be impolite to offer farewell. Karenin asked Anna privately if she wanted to go back together. Anna gave him an affirmative answer.

Karenin bade farewell to his hostess.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner?" Patsy asked, looking desperate to keep them.

Karenin was just about to bring out the excuses he had rehearsed in his mind to politely refuse, when Vronsky's sister spoke up for them.

"Oh, Patsy, don't forget that they are newlyweds, not like us." Vronsky's sister said with a deep sense of humor, still seemingly in high spirits.

Patsy smiled back and exchanged a look with Vronsky's sister that only they understood before turning to Anna and Karenin.

"I look forward to having dinner with you next time."

Karenin kissed the back of Patsy's hand once more before allowing Anna to take his arm and say goodbye together.

The coachman from Karenin's house was already waiting at the door, and the gray horse wagged its tail as the Tatar opened the coach door for them.

As the carriage started in the direction of the house, Anna watched Karenin for a moment, who inclined his head inquiringly to her.

"As a matter of fact, I have a not-so-unusual idea I want to tell you."

The man assumed the posture and expression of a serious listener.

Anna ran her hands through the folds of her skirt and considered carefully for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize it would be a problem, but I realized today that perhaps I should have stated my opinion first. Even if the vast majority of people think it's ridiculous and indecent, I want to tell you."

"Alexei, I don't want a third person in our marriage."

Anna saw Karenin blink slowly and she sighed softly.

"I know for most people this isn't something that should be blamed, but ......"

Anna didn't finish her sentence, her words were gently interrupted by Karenin.

"If you mean what you saw today on the Duchess of Perthessi's side, Anna, I have to state my opinion again as well. Even if this is the case in this society, there are some customs that are not openly blamed and, even, there are some people who secretly praise them for that. I have no intention of criticizing them, but I can do nothing more than abide by my own principles and beliefs. As I have always believed in the sanctity of marriage, once united, there should be no power to separate a couple except death."

Karenin paused for a moment, his blue eyes showing a look so focused that they reflected two small her and nothing else.

His words were calm and methodical, his eyes calm and very authoritative and exclusive.

"Perhaps you still have some misunderstanding, and I think, since you are quite concerned about this issue, I'd better make it clear to you completely."

"What I mean by death and separation at this moment is not only the demise of the body, but also the most sublime will of man."

"If you have any questions or disapproval of our relationship and feelings at this moment, you can tell me now. If after this moment, Anna, I will no longer accept arbitrary modifications and appeals."

"Maybe it's because I've just grown up." Anna smiled, finding it better to talk to these two little kids than to some of her peers, who were always the more truthful ones, after all.

"We're not idiots." Andre muttered, but didn't continue the conversation.

"You should leave now."

"You're a bit heartless, you know that? Andrei." Anna said in mock surprise, "You're ready for me to leave after you've made up with your best friend?"

"We don't have much time." Andrei bit his lip and looked like he was about to cry.

"Oh, don't worry, honey, I was just kidding." Anna hurried to reassure the other girl, and then both of those kids winked at her.

"I know." Andrei said, giving a sly smile.

"I won't forgive you, you're a bad boy." Anna said with a smile and Andrei winked before kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"Much appreciated, Mrs. Karenin." Charlie kissed Anna on the other cheek.

"You are, very lovely." Charlie commented, looking a little regretful, "You really shouldn't have gotten married so early, you only had to wait five more years."

Andre said with a grimace, "Even though my uncle is a bit of a curmudgeon, don't get your ideas on him. Otherwise I'll fight you, and that won't change even if we're best friends."

"See, he's actually the childish one." Charlie winked at Anna, "He loves your husband."

Anna couldn't stop laughing at Charlie's words and Andre rolled his eyes, "That's my uncle. Although he is old-fashioned, serious, uninteresting, one-dimensional, too impersonal and a workaholic, he is my uncle."

When Karenin returned in the evening, Anna told him about it.

"You have a devoted admirer."

"I'm sure Andrey never meant it that way." Karenin did not take the joke, apparently knowing very well the character of his nephew.

Anna changed the subject: "I was thinking that perhaps we could still help them."

"How?"

"When Andre is free, he can come to our house, and Charlie can also come to our house for a while, if you don't mind?"

"That's feasible. Anna, you can arrange that when the time comes." Karenin was hanging up his tie.

"You've been drinking a little." Anna wrinkled her nose and sniffed.

"Two glasses, and it tastes great?" Karenin inquired, sniffing his own shirt at the same time, unsure if the smell of alcohol was great. In that group of alcoholics, even if you didn't drink, you would always get the smell.

"It's tolerable."

Anna didn't like alcohol, and she didn't want her husband to be an alcoholic.

"Do you need me to give you a massage?" She offered.

Karenin looked up at her.

Anna had thought that the other party was doubting her skills, so she hurriedly lit up her hands, white, and they just looked beautiful.

"I'm pretty good at massages."

"Anna, why are you doing this?" Karenin asked slowly.

"Inside the book, did you forget how much Skewar likes to drink?" Anna laughed, trying to digress.

Karenin nodded, and didn't really seem to take it to heart. Anna breathed a sigh of relief as he turned around.

She sat Karenin on a soft chair, washed her hands and rubbed them on the other side of her neck, which was quite skillful.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"There is no arrangement, what's wrong?"

"I want to go shopping, will you go with me?"

"Is there anything you want to buy?"

"No, just wanted to hang out."

Anna waited for Karenin to answer, and only after a while did the latter say, seemingly thinking for a moment.

"Sometimes I don't quite understand why women go out shopping without a planning list, or, for that matter, go shopping without a purpose."

"I can't blame you for not understanding, sometimes we don't understand ourselves." Anna smiled as she began to tell Karenin some of the day's little jokes, all of them about the three children.

"Lucia is well behaved, Andre is a little proud but also very cute, and as for Charlie, you don't know how much fun he is to talk to ......"

"You like children?" Karenin suddenly asked.

"Like it." Anna instinctively replied, then suddenly realized what was going on and her face turned a little red.

"That," she mumbled, the movement of her hands pausing.

She was just about to say something, but Karenin suddenly raised his right hand, took Anna's right hand on his neck and brought it over gently, then, raising his eyes to the person in front of him, he pulled Anna down with a little more force and made her sit on his lap.

"You can hold me." Karenin spoke up.

Anna could not control her blush, and now even her earlobes were red. She lifted her hands and wrapped them around Karenin's neck, moving gently.

Karenin's right hand lifted again, landing just below Anna's earlobe, then along the delicate curve of her jawline to the pointed chin position, and finally the thumb gently grazed her lips.

"Are you drunk?" Anna asked in a whisper, her voice trembling minutely.

"No."

Very calmly replied the voice, Anna tried to speak again, but could not.

She thought Karenin should be a little drunk.

"Breathe." Karenin whispered, his voice low, like an October wind, slightly cool and wrapped in a hint of the golden aroma of the wheat fields.

Anna breathed obediently, she had never kissed someone so deeply, she knew Karenin hadn't either, and to be honest, if he had, Anna would have been jealous, really.