Chapter 4, even if no one's reviewing, then I'll just post it still.
Though it does make me sad when no one responds.
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…Chapter 4…
Toris looked up at the immense ship, hardly able to believe his luck. Going to America was something that had seemed so impossible that he couldn't even dream of it.
Yet here he was.
"Ah, Miss Arlovskaya," he noticed the white-blonde girl pulling her bag, "Please, allow me."
She practically snarled at him as she shoved the heavy case into his hands, smiling cruelly when he fumbled and dropped it onto his foot. He kept his smile, even though on the inside he was bewildered.
How could she have come to hate him? He had only just met her little over a week ago, so why did she despise him so much?
Perhaps he was overreacting. She might just be shy. Comforting himself with this thought, he shouldered the bag and stepped aboard the massive ship.
But as he set foot onto Подсолнечник, he stomach gave a twinge. He ignored the feeling, it was probably just seasickness. Having been landlocked his entire life, it would not be unreasonable for the ocean to be uncomfortable to him.
At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"Relax," Eduard pushed up his glasses and smiled at his older brother, "It's unsinkable, remember?"
…
Why was he coming along?
Icy eyes glared at the brightly clad Lithuanian as he lugged her bag onto the ship, holding the hand of his youngest brother while laughing at something the middle child had said.
It's not like he was in any way important to Brother, was he? He was just his servant, and Brother never treated his servants so well. So why was he coming with them?
He suddenly looked up and flashed a bright smile at her, so happy that she momentarily had to fight back a resounding smile.
So that was his power, he had somehow placed a spell on her big brother. She'd break it, and break his face while she was at it.
And then she and her brother could plan their wedding.
…
Not realizing the plans for his demise being thought furiously in front of him, Toris happily stared around him, every now and then remembering himself to tug little Raivis closer.
The child was so adorable; it was likely someone might grab him up to never let him return. It had nearly happened before, and the child's inability to sense danger only increased the likelihood of him becoming a target.
Toris didn't want to lose any more of his family. He didn't care what he would have to do to ensure that they would be fine.
They were all he had left.
He looked forward at his master and mistress to see her looking at him, an unpleasant expression on her face. Such a pretty visage shouldn't be scrunched up, so while some might consider this to be impertinent, he gave her a broad grin, and saw her eyes widen in shock before changing to something he couldn't quite recognize as she flipped her head back around, white-blonde hair flying.
He couldn't tell why she didn't seem as fond of him as her brother was, but he could see that she was extremely fond of her sibling. Being fond of a sibling didn't puzzle him. He was very fond of his little brothers.
Yet something about her love for Mr. Braginski seemed a little…well, off. But it wasn't his place to judge the oddities of the nobility.
So he continued to follow the Russian and Belarusian onto the ship.
…
Natalya wasn't very happy with the arrangement of the rooms. Not only was that Lithuanian in the room between her and her brother, but Ivan, in an unimaginable fit of generosity, had given his brothers an unnecessary room to themselves, and also placed it between theirs.
And not only was the Lithuanian between them, he was in an adjoining room with Ivan. That wretched warlock was trying to steal her brother from her.
She had heard many a time that those who practiced magic cannot swim.
Would it be so hard for her to just give him a little push?
They were surrounded by water after all, and no one would risk their lives to save a commoner from drowning.