A Noble Marriage

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"But, I think I know you well enough so we can get married."

She said with shining eyes, a gesture and a proposal that could have scared off a company in an era when unmarried people were very conservative.

Karenin heard "marriage" for the second time from the mouth of the lady in front of him, and it was specified "both of them", so he straightened up, and almost collected all his expressions, in case this was some kind of a prank, and even if it wasn't, to be honest, it was a bit scary. It was also a bit scary.

"Miss Oblonsky, I consider marriage to be a very sacred thing." The man's tone remained in a polite manner without refuting the other man.

"Anna."

"What?"

The man's somewhat dazed expression caused Anna to really smile this time.

"I would like you to call me by my first name." Her gray eyes were as bright again as if she had sprinkled starlight in them.

"I know that marriage is very sacred, so I am expressing my wishes to you in all sincerity."

"It is, unseemly." Karenin said after a pause, his expression slightly stiffened, he was sitting perfectly upright, and now his eyes touched the roses that were already on the table and became a little stinging.

He withdrew his eyes, deciding to take the question in the most serious manner, after all, there was something very obvious on the table.

"There's a fourteen year difference between us."

"I don't think that's a problem."

Anna's eyes were still on the other woman, and she looked at Mr. Karenin.

He was tall, with a physique that was thinner than that of a traditional Russian government official, with brownish-blond hair, the blond parts of which had dulled somewhat, tending, at first glance, to a darker brown, and which was properly and neatly groomed.

The overly cold face is distinguished only by a pair of eyes. Such eyes were a little too showy on the man, and have now become subdued through the years.

The modest three-piece suit was so appropriate on this official gentleman that Anna curled her mouth into a smile, and she just knew that no garment could be more suitable for him than this.

So he was a government official in this era!

Before Anna could finish her sigh, the gentleman in front of her was slightly displeased that she had wandered off. After all, she was the one who had made the request for marriage.

She smiled again, and the dimples that emerged on her face made her look even more beautiful.

"I can accept the age difference, even if I'm only eighteen now, sir, and I hope you understand that I'm not just saying this out of impulse." Anna blinked, "Besides, I don't think you look old at all."

"But I can't think of a third reason for that at the moment, other than impulse and mischief." Karenin skimmed over Anna's compliment somewhat unnaturally.

"For example, that I have lost my mind?"

Anna began to give to find a reason for Karenin, and then showed a satisfied expression after seeing the other party's somewhat strange expression.

"If we're going to get married, I think we should start by calling each other by our first names. Please call me by my name, that's my first request, Alexei." She said sincerely.

After one, two, three seconds passed, Anna still didn't wait for that one, and she was slightly disappointed.

"So you are planning to refuse me?"

Anna was a little disappointed, she had thought it was a less fortunate thing that she had suddenly crossed over from the runway show to here.

There was no electric light, no internet connection, travel was still by horse and cart, and women didn't even have that many opportunities to just go out ......

There was so much bad, but she saw him again, so all the bad was gone. She wanted to take her chances, after all, she didn't believe the same luck would happen twice, but ......

"That's not what I meant."

A slightly lower voice rang out, and Anna looked up as the man's slightly thinner lips pursed for a moment before continuing, "I just don't understand why you have suddenly chosen me."

Karenin was not excusing himself or lying, he really did not understand.

He had come to Moscow from Petersburg on official business, and at the ball he had witnessed Miss Obolensky shine like a jewel.

In fact, this was not the first time he had heard of her, he had heard of her half a month earlier, but at that time she was not known for her beauty, but for her memory loss due to a fall into the water, after all, there were not too many famous ladies in Moscow who were of marriageable age and had a dowry of their own, and were also beautiful.

The single men all feel sorry for this Miss Oblonsky and do not want anything to happen to her, to be precise, they do not want her life to be damaged that will lead to the loss of dowry, they do not want her face to be damaged, that will make people sigh, as for the rest, there are really not too many people to worry about.

Now, the lady told him seriously with her beautiful face that she wished to marry him, boldly.

If Karenin had been one of those men who consider themselves intelligent, he would not have asked any more questions, but would have immediately taken her hand, said some loving words, and then joyfully prepared the marriage ceremony and generously provided all of Moscow, and even Petersburg, with at least a month's worth of conversation.

Unfortunately and fortunately, he was not.

Because they were not rejected, Anna's eyes lit up again, and for this reason Karenin caught the memory of a latent message in his heart, and it struck him that the eyes in front of him were like fireflies when they were happy, they shone almost equally bright.

"Miss Obolensky, intimate names are only allowed for intimate relationships that have been blessed by God."

"I will take it as a joke and assure you that no third person will know about it."

Anna knew that the other woman was defending her honor, and even, she understood what it meant.

A man like Karenin, even though he did not need marriage to make his career smoother and to increase his wealth again, marriage was never a weight of interest, even for the emperor.

"Oh my!" She whispered in shock, then jerked her eyes up, unable to stop herself from smiling.

"There's nothing you can do to stop me now."

"What?"

Karenin frowned shallowly; he had thought he had proposed the best way.

"We get married." Anna said, confidently.

"I don't like anyone better right now, and with my family and your status, we are a good match, no, there is simply no better match than us. I think you should be able to bear me, and I think you are very good, and I am very happy to marry you. Under these circumstances, why do you refuse the marriage?"

"Wait!" She said suddenly, somewhat nervously, stopping Karenin from speaking.

When she had finished, Anna asked a well-dressed servant for a pen and paper, and the servant quickly brought her what she wanted, which was expensive parchment.

"One moment, please." She said somewhat apologetically, then began to write lyrically on the parchment, and after a moment, pushed the paper over from her side, gesturing for him to look at it.

As the man read, Anna rested her right hand on her cheek, her gray eyes looking intently at the other man under her long lashes.

She remembered this position, when she was on the runway, he was in a position closest to the aisle, he had been in that position for every one of the ten shows, delivering the same flowers each time but never accosting her.

Anna admitted that this man had piqued her interest.

Now, fortunately, there was another chance.

The slender hands in front of her, white but not weak, had once written her beautiful cards, brief but with words as steady and strong as the man he was, with a slightly cold sensuality.

"I'm done reading."

"Your answer."

"I will agree to your proposal."

And so, that day, on the dance floor a meter away, the noise was loud, and on the soft mahogany chairs around the corner on this side of the room, a marriage fourteen years apart was drawn out.

But in reality, Anna was grateful for Aunt Terrier's indifference, God knows how much she wanted to marry the gentleman who was now less than popular, and, to be honest, those who had spent time in that circle were not born to say no to ways that made them beautiful.

Although it was still cold, Anna returned to her room and changed into a light blue dress that was slightly thin, so she added a white shawl with gold embroidery. She thought about it and used a silk handkerchief made to look like a camellia and pinned it in the curly auburn hair.

She deliberately left a strand in, using a simple curling iron she had made to make it curlier and curlier.

Fortunately, she didn't need to perm her eyelashes, they were already thick and curly, and all she had to do later was make herself look beautiful enough to charm the gentleman. With that in mind, Anna smiled at herself in the mirror with a you-have-to-go smile.

Ten o'clock, exactly on time.

The housekeeper informed Mr. Karenin that he was already here.

Anna was not allowed to go out yet, after all she was an unmarried woman, but that did not mean she would not hide behind the curtains of the balcony and be the first one to see her fiancé-to-be.

Even if everyone thought that this matter was enough for her to listen to the words of the elders, in Anna's mind, it was just her own business.

So, when the man entered the residence and walked on his long legs on the road, Anna's heart already started to cheer.

She stood on the window sill and could not resist lifting the curtains. Now she didn't care if she would be seen, she just had to look at her to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"I'm just looking at him."

"Will he see me too?"

The romance didn't happen, and Karenin didn't know that his bold fiancée was looking at him; after all, even if he was used to seeing things in politics, this was a bad day to propose.

Anna waited in the room for twenty minutes, then the maid came and told her that her aunt had asked her to go to the waiting room.

She took a deep breath and went there with a smooth and graceful step.

The servant opened the door and Anna walked in.

The eyes of the people fell on her, and she was reassured by such a look, after all, in her previous life she had lived in the sight of the people. As her favorite manager told her, the stage belonged to her, and her eyes only had to look at the people she wanted to look at.

So she raised her eyes, her eyes met that gentleman in mid-air, then smiled, gently moved away, and settled perfectly at Aunt Thérière's place, with all the grace and poise expected of a noble lady.

Madame Terrier was obviously pleased with her niece's behavior. Even if she thought this Mr. Karenin was good enough, he was obviously not as good as the Oblonsky family in terms of pedigree and gentry, and what she could not tolerate was that someone from the Oblonsky family had brought shame to her own family, and she would rather die if such a thing happened.

"This is my niece, the eldest daughter of the Oblonsky family."

Madame Tellier introduced Anna to Karenin, and although they knew each other that the two probably knew each other already, the reserve and pride belonging to the nobility could not allow this kind of illicit sex. It was not decent for two unmarried men and women to meet each other without the introduction of their parents.

Karenin knew this rule and etiquette better than anyone else, so he did exactly what Thériault asked him to do. After he expressed his intention to marry Miss Oblonsky, Mrs. Terrier let him meet her.

His little fiancée was indeed very beautiful, both in her curly black hair and in her big, gray, soulful eyes. If two days before she had acted like an unrestrained and daring girl, today she was behaving with all the grace that a lady of honor should have.

"My dear, Monsieur Karenin considers you a noble woman, and he earnestly hopes to be able to ask you to become his wife."

Madame Thérières looked at Anna, and her thin lips did not look at all amiable even when she said the word "dear".

Everyone knew that this was not a request for advice, and that Madame Thérières would only accept consent, not refusal.

"You have brought me up like a mother, my dear aunt, and you are in charge of everything." Anna said with the shyness of a young daughter, without forgetting to flatter Madame Thériault.

Mrs. Terrier was very pleased with this, and her gray eyes, inherited from the Oblonsky family, looked at Karenin again, and then said she thought it was a good match.

Then they began to discuss the wedding date.

"In two weeks?" Madame Terrière frowned, this was too hasty.

Kalenin was not slow, he had already thought of a way to say this.

Before he began to speak, he habitually looked at everyone, taking note of their expressions and analyzing them, and finally he gave his fiancée a reassuring look.

Karenin's blue eyes looked at his aunt-to-be, his eyes were cool and calm, not with the usual ingratiating meaning of a niece-to-be nor did they seem detached, but just right.

"As you may have heard, I came to Moscow on this occasion by order of His Majesty the Emperor, in preparation for a month's travel to France, which I shall undertake in two weeks' time."

The man's voice was unhurried, and Anna almost looked at Karenin again with bright eyes to suggest to her aunt the importance of this matter of his going to France, and even the possibility of another promotion, when the emperor's third sister was coming of age.

Anna saw her aunt frown slightly at hearing this, and she knew that what Karenin had said had worked, but the emperor's third sister?

She glanced over to Karenin, the young gentleman who, in keeping with his etiquette, did not make eye contact with her.

He was sitting there, a pair of long legs included by straight pants, those slender fingers without the rings she had seen in her previous life, clean and dry, his thumbs were slowly rubbing the armrests. His eyebrows were stretched out, confident and calm.

Anna could have sworn that the aloof gentleman was unaware that he was surrounded by pheromones at the moment, proclaiming the words "look at me" in a powerful way.

Anna lowered her eyes for a moment to soften her emotions, and the moment she did, she was unaware that the walking Mr. Pheromone looked at him for two or three seconds in a way that would not be noticed.

His pale blue eyes beneath the long, slender eyelashes that hang low only the girl's light and gentle silhouette, from the other's thick eyelashes to the plump lips, astonishingly beautiful, like a painting sketched with tenderness.

No one knows what happened in these one or two seconds, only the person concerned is clear, in this moment, the other party left what deep traces in his heart.

This ambiguity is a trait unique to an intelligent woman.

The fundamental reason for the popularity of this category of women is that it is often desired but not available, but Anna knows that she has been mixed in this category of women since she was twelve years old. There is no shortage of cute and smart and excellent.

A woman much thing to set the target on the man's wallet, then they will try to seduce the man.

And a smart woman who accidentally loses a heart to anyone, she will not easily let anyone find out.

"I've heard about you before, but I never met you. Now that I have seen you, I realize that the rumors are not true enough. You are even more beautiful in person, Mrs. Karenin."