Chapter 8: The Ball:
Grigori's POV:
I was searching for my wife. "Where have you been," I asked.
"I was just showing our guest around," says Varushkina.
"Well, the first royal ball since our marriage is coming," I said, "I hope you're ready."
"Oh, you know I am," says Varushkina, "Donkeyskin, be sure to have everything prepared."
"Yes, Grand Duchess," says Donkeyskin.
Varushkina then kisses me and walks away.
"You will have help," I said.
"I don't think your wife likes me," says Donkeyskin.
"In her defense, none of us know anything about you," I said.
"Fair," says Donkeyskin. I then stepped out.
. . .
It was time for the ball. Everyone was dancing. Varushkina and I danced, but then...
"I suddenly have this headache," says Varushkina, "I must go." She then leaves.
"Get some rest," I said.
"I hope she's alright," says Grafov.
Then this mysterious maiden came in. Her dress was all the colors of the sky.
"Who is she," I asked. I then realized Grafov was missing.
Grafov approached the maiden, but then returned to me. "She's not my type," says Grafov.
"So, she turned you down," I said.
"I'm afraid so," says Grafov, "she'd probably prefer someone like you, the Grand Duke."
"Don't be ridiculous," I said.
The maiden then walked over to me. "May I have this dance," she asks.
"UUUUUUUUUmmmmmmmmm... I'm flattered," I said, "but I'm a married man."
"Well, where is your wife," asks the maiden.
"In bed," I said, "she has a headache."
"Well, it's just one dance," says the maiden.
"I suppose it is."
We then danced.
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Grigori discusses his problem with Donkeyskin.