Arranged marriages were not something completely unknown to you, in fact it seemed to be an all too common occurrence as of late. At parties it seemed most of your peers were now 'happily' married to men whom they didn't choose but were rather forced to be with, no matter how happy they seemed to be with their newly weds you couldnt bare such a thought.

An arranged marriage that would deprive you of the pleasures of youth? Preposterous, mad even.

That was your view until your mother bought the news that you would be set up in one of these marriages, oh the outrage you caused, not even your own mother had predicted you'd act out with pure anger much like a rabid dog, after all you were a daughter of 'house Lebed' acting like this in public would be an instant way to tarnish your families name. Nonetheless, the choice was made, you would marry into a family, but not just any no, you were marrying into the Vronsky family to their son, Alexei.

You had met the Vronsky family on occasion and even conversed with Alexei, never did you think you would have to be bound to the man by marriage, you couldnt imagine anything worse. Alexei or rather Vronsky in all his fairness was gorgeous, tall, handsome, pure blonde, some had even went as far as to say he was an angel, and not to mention the fact he was a Count and a military man at that, a most respectable job, but you were determined to refuse fawning over him like the other women did whether he was your husband or not.

But by God it was difficult, the first night of your marriage you were expected to both try for a child (preferably a son) and of course you both did away expected and as much as you hated to admit it, it was the single best experience of your life, it felt like you had been born again.

But even then you resisted falling for him.

Now two weeks into your arranged marrige you were still resisting him, every kiss? Avoided, every hug? Denied, you refused to allow yourself to fall for him no matter how difficult it was.

Today was a day like any other, you woke up, spent an hour on vanity before moving downstairs, making yourself comfortable on your Chesterfield. Soon Alexei came downstairs pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

"Good morning my dear." The Count whispered, a smile curling beneath his moustache which soon dropped.

"Oh I do wish out would stop with the pouting y/n, it's becoming rather tiresome." Vronsky said with a drawn out sigh, taking a place next to you, holding your hand, his larger hand enveloping yours.

His lips pressed against your cheek, he noticed how a small blush rose to your cheeks in response, he knew you were resisting him and by God it frustrated him because despite this being arranged, he really had grown fond of you, and even your moodiness.