Chapter 35: Scarlett

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The breeze of the sea blows my hair softly against my shoulders as my beautiful little son sits on my hip. I gaze out at the landscape in front of me. England. The home of my mother and the father of my child. Six months. That's how long it has been since I found the love of my life. We made up after our argument shortly before we left to come to England to visit Aunt Victoria. As I walk down the pier towards the carriage with George in my arms I feel the reek of Boris's breath on my neck as he wraps his arms around my waist as if trying to show everyone I am his property. I pull off of him "Don't touch me you bastard!" I snap at him. "I'm just trying to protect you after all you are on enemy territory darling." He sneers at me. I look up behind him and still on the ship is George and Alice talking and kissing up on the top deck. It is like something out of a fairy tale and I am stuck here in reality. Alone. "Don't stare at the happy couple Natasha you shouldn't be so rude. You should be punished." Boris tells me taking my arm and dragging me down the gangplank while I look back over my shoulder at them. Boris basically drags me into the palace without so much as a word to anyone and into our room where the devil child is waiting in his cradle. "You will stay here and take care of our son instead of pining away for a married man you slut!" He yells at me sending the devil child into wails. "You can't do anything to me! Everyone will see!" I scream wildly filled with anger. He lunges towards me and grabs my face. "Surely you don't still believe that?" My heart is racing wildly and I can't do anything but whimper. "Your a coward too." He let's go of my face and storms out locking the door behind him. I set George down on the bed and walk over to look at the wailing devil child. Maybe he is right, I think to myself. Maybe I am an awful person. I lay down on the bed next to my beautiful little George trying to block out the wails of the crying child. I pull his warm little body close to mine and his eyes flutter close exhausted from the trip here. I kiss the top of his soft little head which just has a little blonde peach fuzz on it. I slowly sing a lullaby to him as I hold him next to me drowning the child's cries out before I drift off to sleep as well...
He takes me into his arms, I can feel the saltwater breeze on my face and the warm evening sun shining down on my face giving my beauty an angelic glow. "You are so beautiful my darling Scarlett." He whispers to me lovingly. He loved me now, And she got what she deserved. I look up at him full of love. "I love you my darling husband." I whisper back before he presses his lips gently against mine, Nothing like Boris. Gentle, And loving. When we pull away I look down to see her being pulled away by Boris looking longingly up at us. He gently turns my head to him "She is nothing compared to you my love." He whispers. And we stand there intertwined as the sun sets beautifully behind us.
I wake up to someone shaking me awake and I roll over tiredly. "Get up you whore." Boris. He woke me up out of my beautiful dream. "What do you want you bastard?" I snap trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes. He smirks at me "Can't I wake my lovely wife just to hear her beautiful voice?" He sneers. What is he doing? This isn't him. He isn't nice, He's a devil. "What's your game Boris?" I snap at him quietly since George is still at my side asleep on the big bed. "Just the Queen is all. She wants to meet you and your baby." He says looking down disgusted at my son. My gorgeous little son and my hand instinctively goes to hold him but Boris picks him up first. "What a lovely baby." He says tauntingly as George starts to cry. "Give him to me!" I scream upset at the thought of him touching my son. "He really is very beautiful. It'd be a shame if someone." He pauses. "Dropped him." He looks at me the fires of hell once again blazing in his eyes. I lunge forward to grab him but he grabs my arm and twists it. Hard behind my back. "Now you listen here Natasha if you mention anything about me you will be dead in the ground before you can scream." He whispers menancingly into my ear before handing my son back to me and walking out. I shakingly call the nursemaid to look over the devil child while I walk to Auntie Victoria's study giving George to a maid outside the door. I knock on the door and she answers with a stern "Come in." I open the door and curtsy low "Your majesty." I say respectfully and I sink into another low bow before she makes a signal for me to get up. "Scarlett, It's good to see you again." She beckons me to kiss her cheek and I do before sitting down in front of her quietly. "I've heard of your marriage and your...exploits." She says coldly and I try to keep my smile up, what does she know? "Exploits Auntie?" I ask her, I need to know what she knows, or thinks she knows. Does she know about my affair with George? I don't want to face that, it's in the past and I never want to see his face again anyways, he abandoned me. She flicks her hand regally indicating that we'll come back to the subject later. "Why have you not written to me?" She asks harshly and my cheeks flush, this meeting is not going the way I wanted it to. I thought she would be happy to see me again, I know I should have written but I don't know what to say. I Just Hope she hasn't heard all the gossip around me. "I have been busy with my children." I keep my head down in submission to her, there is no fighting with her, no back talk. "Your children? I suppose there is no hope in you coming back to England then. Both you and your cousins have abandoned me." She says disappointedly, come back to England? I could never come back here, I couldn't leave Russia. "I could have made you a good marriage Scarlett. A better one then to a Russian." I look at up at her, any marriage would be better then this one. And besides, o couldn't leave him. "It's not a happy marriage but I have my son." I tell her, I think of my little boy waiting out in the hall for me and I turn as the door opens and I hear a baby crying. A maid sinks into a curtsy before crossing the room and giving my baby to me. "He wouldn't stop crying for you Madame." The maid says as I hold him close to me, immediately stopping his crying. Aunt victoria dismisses the maid as my baby rests his head against my chest playing with my necklace gently. I kiss the top of his forehead lightly as Aunt Victoria looks down at us. "Show him to me." She says sharply and I hand him over reluctantly to her. She doesn't let him touch her lap and holds him in the air scrutinizing him while he claps his hands at being lifted up. She eventually hands him back to me and he looks at her attentively while I bounce him on my knee proudly. She looks down at me unhappily, "Is this the Child that has Nicholas for a father?" She asks coldly and my knee stops bouncing instantly. How could she believe such a thing? I would never ever do that, it is insulting just to hear it. We were close when I was a child and a teenager, I could go to her for anything I needed. How could she believe that of me? "Nicholas it nod his father." I say sternly and pull George close to me as he looks at what is going on around him with wide eyes, how I wish I could have his obliviousness now! "He looks exactly like him. Alix told me everything." I get up and go to the window as George rests his head against my shoulder silently patting it with his chubby hand. I can't believe how jealous Alix is, as if I would have an affair with her new husband. God knows how many people she has told to avoid me. "Alix is mistaken." I say simply trying to maintain my composure in front of her. George lifts his head up looking out the window at the royal dogs being taken for a walk before giggling and tugging on my hair gently. I smile down at him and kiss his cheek, I don't want to be having this discussion with her right now, or ever. "Who is the father then?" She demands of me and I freeze, I can't tell her. It will only make it worse for me and my son, besides he abandoned us when I tried to tell him I was pregnant, he doesn't get to know now. "He is nobody." I tell her before sweeping into a curtsy, "I think I should be going now your majesty." I tell her politely keeping my head down. She stands up out of her chair and I tower over her, "Sit. Down. Scarlett, I have not dismissed you!" She commands of me and I hesitantly sit back down in the chair in front of her as she expresses her disappointment, I've never seen her this angry. "You can say that about anyone. Nicholas is the father, You are a terrible person for doing this, A sinner, I raised you better then this." She sees me as a reflection of her, what she gave me. He told me he loved me, that he would do anything for me even leave his wife, I was such a fool to ever even listen to that. "Nicholas is not my sons father." I say through gritted teeth as my little boy snuggles closer to me no doubt scared by the rising voices in the room.  "If he's not the father why can't you tell me who the boys father is?!" She snaps at me annoyed and I can't take it anymore, I can't keep back my temper any longer.  "Because he will take my son from me and bring him back here!" I know he would do that, it's his son that could be useful, and take him away from me. A spark of understanding comes into her eyes, I know immediately I shouldn't have said that. She knows now. I should have kept my tongue and shut up about it. "Back here? You had an affair with George? Even though he's married and has children with his wife?" She asks me calmly and I swallow, I've gotten over that a long time ago. I nod silently, I can't deny it at this point. She'll probably want me as far away from his as possible and that's fine with me. "You are a stupid stupid Girl Scarlett, you haven't learned from your mistakes and have produced a bastard. I thought you of all people would know better but you are worse then I could have ever imagined. How dare you do such a thing? Get out of my sight!" She says furiously. You all of people would know better. How dare she? How dare she bring up my own bastardy? I have grown so far past that because of what I did, my son will never be treated like I was. Never. I bite my tongue however and ask the question I have to know, "Is George here?" I ask quietly, I pray that he's not. That Aunt Victoria won't tell him, can't tell him. She looks at me furious, "What for? So you can continue your disgusting affair? Break up a happy marriage? He is in Finland. Get out." She says harshly. I get up and bow with George on my hip. "Have a nice day your majesty." And walk out of the room bouncing George on my hip as I walk through the corridors. "Miss Natasha!" I hear behind me and stop in my tracks. Michael. Will he ever leave me alone? I love his brother not him. I blush thinking about George and slowly turn around. "I have been looking for you." The young grand duke says. "May I escort you to dinner?" I almost laugh at his childish eagerness. But then I think, If George sees me flirting with his brother then maybe he will realize he doesn't like it and he will love me! I smile flirtatiously at him "Yes, I would be honored." I whisper flirtily then start to saunter off. Already preparing on how to lead him on.

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