Vronsky of course was a highly respected army officer and Cavalry Captain he had partaken in many a great battle and risked his own life to save countless innocent souls no matter where they lay on the hierarchy it didn't matter, Vronsky was willing to protect them no matter the cost that came with it.

He was an angel, literally and figuratively, while having the strength and heart of an angel he also had the aspects and appearance of one, his ice blue piercing eyes would put any cupid out of a job considering the number of women that fawn over them. His blonde locs looked as if they were picked straight from the heavens themselves along with the handsome moustache on his face but most importantly, The Count had the wings of an angel.

his wings were magnificent to put it lightly, they were colossal in size, with an abundance of white feathers coating them his wings were a symbol of his divine protection but also a symbol of his beauty and of course, you fell for this instantly and what woman wouldn't? Only you were lucky enough to be the Count's chosen.

Vronsky adored you so much that he treated you as if you were the angel and not him, countless hours of his time were spent yearning for you and your attention even if it was so much as a quick glimpse, a shared glance, he was deep in love and that love was not going to disappear for you.

Today, you had been visiting Vronsky's manor something that had become quite a common occurrence ever since you and Alexei had officially begun a relationship together. Together you lay on his bed, his wings sprawled out beneath him creating a soft cushion for you to lie on. Amidst the silence an idea came to your mind, surely Alexei's wings were similar to those of a bird meaning that surely they required maintenance.

"Alexei?" your soft voice caught his attention instantly as he looked down at you, a smile curling beneath his moustache.

"Yes, treasure?" The angel's smile remained as he awaited your question with anticipation, his blue eyes seemingly searching for an answer.

"Your wings..." you began as he looked expectantly. "Do they need to be Preened? Like a bird." You asked, Vronsky didn't know what he was expecting but surely it wasn't that.

"Oh-" the small sound left his lips before he pondered your question for a moment. "Well yes- I have to do it from time to time..." he cocked an eyebrow. "Why? Are you interested in doing it for me?"