A Noble Marriage

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"Mr. Vorobev, here are the documents our husband asked you to bring over." Kolny handed something to Vorobev, who exchanged pleasantries with Anna and then took his leave.

"Has Alexei sent a telegram yet?" Anna asked as she walked toward the dining room.

"Yes. Sir doesn't like anyone to touch his desk, no matter who it is." The butler replied calmly, with the same temperament as Karenin.

"You are a good housekeeper." Anna said, and Kolny gave her a light smile, indicating that he accepted the compliment.

The dinner prepared by the cook was delicious, but Anna continued to refrain from eating too much of it. She did not want to gain weight. She was still very uncomfortable with the dress here, but fortunately she was slim. If she had to wear a dress that strangled her waist all the time, as she did on her wedding day, she would really die.

After dinner, Anna was in her bedroom reading an English novel. It was apparently written by a woman writer, and some of its sharp points made one suspect that it was also written by a crossover.

At about ten o'clock Karenin rang the bell and came in. He looked a little tired.

In this day and age, noble couples slept in separate rooms.

"Well?" Anna asked, putting down her book and walking over to her.

"It's stabilized." Karenin said, and then seeing Anna's appearance, he frowned slightly, "You should get ready for bed, Anna, sleeping late is extremely bad for your health."

"But as far as I know, you don't get ready for bed until 10:30 every day." Anna laughed.

Taking in Anna's meaning, Karenin said, "I have to get all my paperwork done by ten o'clock and then keep up with my reading for half an hour."

Anna winked, "You can come here."

"I mean," she looked a little embarrassed, her eyelashes fluttering, but finally said it, "I'd like you to sleep next to me, always."

"I know it's not very proper, but I still think that since we are already married, why do I have to have one room with my husband?"

Because she was embarrassed, Anna's final words took on a rapid pace. She walked over to the bed and patted with one hand the large four-poster bed that could accommodate at least four people.

"You see, the bed is huge, we don't have to waste it."

She held out her hands again and patted it, and it really looked kind of silly.

"I don't snore in my sleep, I should, and probably don't grind my teeth, and Annuschka didn't say I had a habit of talking in my sleep, and the bed is big enough that it won't bother you ......"

She repeated once more that the bed was very big, so much so that her voice eventually just got quieter and quieter.

"So, what do you think?"

Anna lifted her head and looked bravely at the other woman, and to be honest, she actually jerked her head up with a real fierceness of her own. If Karenin hadn't already known his wife well, he would have more than likely been frozen in shock.

"I think," Karenin hesitated for a moment, then said, "your reason seems to have been quite sufficient."

"Don't you think it's funny." Anna asked dryly.

"Not really, probably, I'm slowly getting used to it." Karenin said, a weary look still caught between his brows. But his eyelashes were slightly lowered, and there was a light smile between his lips, making his normally cold features appear very soft at the moment.

Anna felt some voice screaming inside her heart, and then she found herself actually saying it.

"I think you're really very cute right now."

Doubt gathered in Karenin's blue eyes, then became serious and earnest, and he slackened his face.

"Anna, you can't use ......"

But he didn't finish, because his wife was putting her arms around him and kissing him on the lips.

"I won't tell anyone, you're mine." She smiled and laughed, and the laughter made the little charming thoughts fade away.

What emotions were tumbling around inside, eventually all faded away with the giggle.

"About," Karenin paused, as if he had to use great fortitude to get that word out, "'lovely', I don't want you to use it to judge me, and I can't stop you if you insist on it, but Anna, I don't want you to say that about me to the outside world."

In the end, Karenin regained his tongue, and he became serious again and slightly more serious.

"I am a government official, and words like 'cute' can diminish citizens' trust in me and even affect our image."

"I know that, of course, and even though I sometimes want the whole world to know it, I will always hold back." Anna, like a koala, seemed to hang herself on Kalenin, a tree that stood straight, and because of her height, she did have to stand on tiptoe to hang her whole body on Kalenin. The latter, in turn, seemed to acquiesce to her soft, boneless appearance.

Anna tightened her arms a little more.

She couldn't see Karenin's expression now, and the other party couldn't see hers, so she could say a little more of what she wanted to tell him, but was always a little embarrassed.

"I have the most wonderful husband in the world. He's very decent, and sometimes he's very sweet. Sometimes he's a little serious, but I know how good he is. I really, really, really like him!"

Anna closed her eyes backwards after she finished herself, and her white ears were a little red as she was waiting for a response, from her lovely husband.

But Anna didn't hear any response, except that suddenly, the hand that had been placed on her waist changed its position.

She was almost a little shocked after she saw the expression on the man's face. At that very moment, Anna was sure of one thing, sometimes there are some loves that really don't need to be promised by asking for them.

You can't ask a sky to give you the color of blue and give you the color of green grass.

You can't ask the wind to give you gentle care and keep it still and quiet.

He had his own way of expressing his affection, perhaps not so bright and sweet, but a heart to get a heart to respond to, is one in a million in the world is lucky, has been obtained why do you want to covet more?

Before she met Karenin, Anna had many definitions of love, both poetic and mundane, with a thousand different adjectives. Now she began to understand that if there is a language that can define the word "love", it is when you are the only one in these blue eyes.

Only you.

That's probably love.

That night, before going to sleep, Anna thought: If this is the greatest response he can give me, I'm satisfied and don't ask for more.

It takes hundreds of millions of light years for the light of a star to reach the earth. It may take more effort than a star for one heart to fall in love with another heart.

What Anna didn't know was that her lack of greed was actually the root of their subsequent happiness. Because, since the beginning, she had felt satisfied with the marriage between them from the beginning of "one", so that in the days to come, having more happiness than "one", every moment was more unexpected surprises.

That night, Karenin once again violated his routine.

He watched his wife in silence for a long time after Anna had fallen asleep.

Both of them remained in a flat position, but Karenin inclined his head and gazed longingly at his wife by the light of the moon, as if to look into her soul.

She was indeed very strange. If Anna was not his wife, if she was someone he had to watch out for in his life, then he would always find out the answer.

But Anna was his wife, so, instead of exploring the truth, questioning, distrusting, Karenin just blamed everything on his wife's uniqueness, on her character, on the fact that she was Anna.

She was, the most unique person in the world, his wife.

Swear in the name of God, the wedding vows, since he promised is for life. Suspicion, mistrust, will never happen.

Since she is his wife, she is the one he must always care for and protect, he will always trust her, his soul is open to her.

No one knew that Karenin had accidentally lost an access card to the heart of Alexei Alexandrovich Karenin during the conversation that day. And a young girl named Anna found the card and had the foresight to engrave the ownership on it forever, freely entering and leaving the settlement with her quirky and bold words, shy or open smiles. Finally, she told this king.

"I will be in the world of Karenin forever, and you cannot refuse."

The king looked at the young girl, from her willow-like spreading eyebrows, to her gray and kind eyes, to the curved corners of her lips, and then granted the other permanent access.

"Permission."

The girl would not know how valuable what she had was; after all, there were people who, after a lifetime of effort, could not even get a temporary residence permit, while she had easily gotten a permanent account.

Wholehearted devotion and adoration.

A lifetime of trust and support.

Forever only to your care and guardianship.

Single-mindedness and never betrayal.

He just doesn't say it easily, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love and cherish.

He just needs a little time, from a silent man, began to understand that as a husband, in fact, in addition to love her from the heart, he can do more. And it always takes a forgiving wife to make him better, a brave wife to make him say it, and someday it will.

The next day, Anna had a big problem, and she had to ask her husband for help.

The owner of the bed had not left the bedroom, but was ambling in a soft chair, working diligently as a Russian official.

Noticing the movement of the bed, Karenin turned around and saw his young wife looking at her intently with gray eyes.

Her hair was a little disheveled and looked even curlier. After a night's rest, the skin on her face was white and soft, and her pretty lips were slightly parted as if in awe.

Karenin made himself take his eyes off his wife's rosy lips.

"Good day, Anna."

Usually, Karenin's first daily greeting was always dedicated to his housekeeper, Kolny, but now, since his marriage, he was beginning to feel this subtle difference.

"Good day, Alexei."

Anna wasn't sure it was part of her fantasy of the still-unkempt wife and decent husband, but either way, it didn't matter when Karenin walked up to him.

"Grachov will be here at nine o'clock, and at two in the afternoon we're leaving for France." Karenin said.

Last night Karenin said that Glachov was Karenin's family doctor. Things were almost ready long ago.

"Okay." Anna answered, then asked, "What time do you always get up?"

"Six o'clock."

Anna glanced at the wall clock, it was now seven forty, she usually always got up at seven, she had thought she had developed an early enough biological clock, but it seemed that she was still no match for a certain Russian official.

She lifted the covers and prepared to go to the lavatory to freshen herself up, getting up a little later than usual today and hoping to have some time to do a simple stretching exercise.

When Anna came out, Karenin had already left and Annushka was tidying the room.

"Where is Alexei?"

"Sir went to his study and said that breakfast will be delayed by twenty minutes."

Anna smiled a little at that and she went to the closet to pick out her clothes.

In a noble family, the job of a personal maid consists in dressing and grooming her mistress, but Annushka does not need to do so for Anna, who is used to relying on herself for everything.

Annushka was almost a little apprehensive at first after being informed that she did not need to serve Anna, but later she found out that this was not the case.

Since Anna got well, she has become more cheerful in character.

Annushka was only a maid, she was not well educated, but kept to her duty, did not look at what she should not look at, did not think about what she should not guess, and by now she had adjusted herself not to make a fuss.

Anna picked a long dress made of velvet, that is very warm. By the time she was out of the bedroom door, Kearney, the butler, informed her that she could go to dinner.

"Thank you, Kearney." Anna smiled at the serious butler, who nodded at her in greeting.

Anna arrived at the dining room, where Karenin was already waiting, reading the newspaper.

The servant put the paper away, and Karenin looked up at Anna and gestured for her to sit down.

Anna looked at the long table, then said, "Do you want me to sit here, or here?" She gestured with her eyes to the two seats.

Karenin got up and pulled out the chair next to him.

Anna winked, "I like that decision."

The breakfast was hearty, and there were no problems with each other's dining etiquette, except that too much silence made Anna feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't like the quiet, but she wasn't sure Karenin would like it. After a moment of hesitation, she asked anyway, "May I ask you a question? Alexei."

"Yes." Although a little strange, Karenin stopped the movement of his hand.

Anna was a little coy, but decided to be honest.

"Can we communicate during the meal?"

Anna continued, "After what happened yesterday, I think that we need to communicate more. I want to get to know you better."

"You can ask me any question you want, Anna, unless it's something at work that I can't disclose." Karenin dropped the silverware in his hand completely at this point.

"Sometimes you don't need to be too careful with me, you know, you can, relax a little."

Anna laughed: "You're a little serious sometimes, you know?"

Karenin was a little surprised, then shook his head, "Not that anyone has ever talked to me about that. Besides, my job dictates that I am better able to make decisions this way."

"Many people are afraid to talk to you, but I can." Anna finished and smiled again, "Look at it this way, being your wife really has a lot of benefits."

Karenin did not know how to respond to these words, like a compliment, and somehow less formal.

"You see, now I know you a little better." Anna said as she began to cut her own bacon, so natural was she that Karenin looked at her for a moment afterwards.

The early morning sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling over his wife's hair, over her shoulders, as if she were dancing.

He glanced at the clock.

It was eight thirty, twenty minutes later than his usual breakfast time. The habit of not talking during meals at home was broken, too, and his right hand could touch the other one if he spread it out, so close. All because of the marriage.

"What do you want me to say to you?" Karenin asked.

Anna looked up, then said, "Anything, Alexei, I think this is the couple, you can say anything to me, if you want."

Anything, that's a bit too wide a scope.

If this had been the answer Karenin had received at work, he would normally have frowned and asked his men to regularize this answer again. But Anna was not his subordinate, he was his wife, a very special kind of being that he had never encountered before. Lack of data for analysis, only cautiously move one step at a time, and sometimes, even caution is not even used.

It was a bit scary for Karenin, with no rules to bind him and no case studies, but he thought he could do it well.

For this reason, Karenin chose a topic carefully.

"Are you still willing to go to France with me in the afternoon?"

"Of course, what makes you think I would change?" Anna said pleasantly.

"After what happened last night, I'm worried you're going to need some personal space."

"No." Anna expressed herself frankly, "I want to follow you to France."

"I understand."

The silence in the restaurant resumed once again, but this time Anna no longer felt a little awkward.

Glachov came on time, he is a man in his fifties, a brownish-red hair has not yet gray, appearance circumspect, look very amiable.

He was indeed a gracious doctor and gave Anna an ointment to apply.

After the doctor left, they were the only two people left in the bedroom.

Karenin asked, "Do you need me to call Annushka?" At the word, the ointment was handed to him.

"It's also a necessary part of falling in love, increasing contact, getting familiar with each other, and then ......" she didn't say any more, just smiling with her head down.

Afterwards, when he finally gave a few words to the butler and turned to board the carriage, Karenin saw the person who was waiting for him by the carriage, although it was still cold and chilly in November, but it was as if spring had come with its limp skirts, leaving seeds of hope on the land, just waiting for the flowers to bloom in the coming year.

He's married, and being married feels, well, good.

"You are a good steward." Anna said, and Kearney gave her a light smile to show that he accepted the compliment.

The dinner prepared by the cook was very delicious, but Anna still restrained from eating too much for dinner. She did not want to gain weight. She was still very uncomfortable with the clothes here, and fortunately she was relatively slim. If she had to wear that kind of dress that strangled her waist all the time, as she did on her wedding day, she would really die.

After dinner, Anna was in her bedroom reading an English novel. It was obviously written by a female author, and some of its stark points simply made one suspect that it was also written by a crossover.

About ten o'clock, Karenin rang the bell and came in. Looked a little tired.

In this era, noble couples slept in separate rooms from each other.

"Well?" Anna asked as she put down her book and walked over to her.

"It's stabilized." Karenin said, then after seeing Anna's appearance, he frowned slightly, "You should get ready for bed, Anna, sleeping late is extremely bad for your health."