You had spent a few days on the ship, and you and your new husband had exchanged but a few words. When you finally landed, you were immediately taken to his mansion at the outskirts of Berlin. It was beautiful, really. It was large and distinct with German architecture style with a large garden filled with a wide variety of plants. It was already nighttime when you stepped inside the mammoth gates, and the silver moonlight beautifully lit the path to the place you would be calling home from then on. Despite all its grandeur, you felt as if the mansion was a prison built to confine you for the rest of your life.
"Hey, _." Your husband said just a few minutes after you had settled your belongings in his, now also yours, private chambers. "Are you unhappy to be here?"
You turned to him and put up the most shining plastic smile you could possibly muster. "Why would you even think that?" you answered him ever so sweetly. If not anything, your lifetime of training has got to pay off at one point in your life.
"Don't think you could fool me, frau," he said, not bothering one bit to hide his annoyance. "If anyone would've told me how happy you are, then they are either blind, stupid, or liars." He continued to speak while crossing his arms across his chest.
You were stunned at this for a short moment, but you immediately gathered yourself and switched off your masquerading mechanism. You clasped your hands on your lap as you sat down on the edge of your large bed.
"Well, let's take a look at the factors, shall we? My whole life I asked nothing more from my father than a little bit of time each week for myself, and I obediently followed his every whim and demands. Every lesson to attend, every bit of manners to act, and every day of masquerading as a person who I am not." You spoke while you looked intently into his ruby eyes, making sure you relayed every piece of your shattered heart to him. "All my life I was the perfect daughter he always wanted, and now all of the sudden I was given to you, a man I have never seen in my life before, like a lovely piece of present. You know, it's… ah, every little girl's dream to marry a man I fell in love with. So if you ask me, Mr. Beilschmidt, if I were unhappy, then the answer would be yes. Yes, I am very unhappy to be here."
The man before you said nothing all the while you spoke. When you had finished, he was still standing leaning on the window with his arms crossed, crimson eyes at you with an emotion you couldn't quite translate. He kept silent for a minute, before he stood straight on both feet again. "Fair enough," he said while removing his shirt. At the sight of this, your cheeks heated up and you were red to the ears. Even though it had been a few days after you were married, you had never seen a man's bare chest before your wedding and you were still unsure what to feel about it, even though he was officially your husband.
"But I'd appreciate it if you would address me as Gilbert from now on, Mrs. Beilschmidt." You frowned at his mocking tone of voice. He walked towards you and nonchalantly planted a gentle kiss on your lips. He took your hand and led you to lie down on the bed, right next to him. He softly stroke your hair and said, "Get some sleep, frau. We have a big day tomorrow."
GIL WHY YOU SO... KYAH. O/A/O
This was my first ever reader fic. why didn't anyone tell me it was this fun XD