It was probably best to let Viktor and Cecilia fight it out between them. Elijah didn’t particularly like the idea of being left with his step-mother to be but she seemed nice enough – perhaps a little too nice. Elijah allowed her to loop her arm through his and he led her into the parlour where he sat her down and moved immediately to the cabinet which held Firewhisky and various other tipples for late afternoon – or, y’know, fresh after a fight. He took some glasses off of the top and poured some into both before plopping a few cubes of ice into each one. He picked them up again and swept back over to Irina. He held a glass out for her and she looked at him hesitantly before taking the glass into her pale hands. Elijah’s lips twitched upwards and he crossed the room to sit down in the armchair beside the fire that was already crackling.
“I shouldn’t be drinking this...” Irina said quietly, looking at the glass of Firewhisky with a fearful expression on her face. “It’ll do awful things to-”
“-Just drink it.” Elijah snapped, his eyes tearing from the fire to look into her eyes. “You are here why exactly?” he watched as she placed the glass on the table beside her chair and he smirked, sitting back in the chair as he did so. “Wise choice.”
“I am going to marry your father...” Irina said, swallowing hard. Elijah nodded thoughtfully and put his own glass down. “You don’t...mind?”
“Of course I bloody mind!” Elijah snapped, his eyes narrowing. “How would you feel if your mother died and your father replaced her within months!?”
Irina paled and rose from her chair. She whirled out of the room and Elijah let her go. He slumped against the back of the chair and sighed, listening to her retreating footsteps and poorly stifled sobs as she retreated to wherever. He looked up when he heard the door creak. Elijah raised an eyebrow at Harry who was hesitantly stood in the doorway. Elijah rose from his chair and crossed the room. Harry met him half way and they dived into each other’s embrace. Elijah buried his face in Harry’s chest and kept a firm grip on the upper arms of the Bulgarian. Elijah felt Harry’s lips on the back of his neck and he opened his eyes. They slowly untangled themselves from one another and Elijah met Harry’s hesitant gaze.
“Viktor is busy. I haven’t had time to speak to Stefan, either. I wanted to ask you seeing as you’re...you’ll be head of the family one day. Can I...” Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair before finishing. “Can I have permission to marry Astrid?”
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“Because I have to!” Viktor snapped, becoming irritated. “Don’t you pay attention to anything, Cecilia? Everyone knew this was coming, even me; it was just a matter of time. Irina is doing the job she was put up to do. We’re all chosen our wives and, in the case of the women, their husbands. I lost Marina so they need to supply me with another one. Elijah is my only heir, Cecilia. He has some sort of death wish and that’s dangerous. He is going to be the head of this family when I die and if we lose him before that, I won’t have anyone and your uncle Stefan, providing he is still alive, will be head of the family – if not him then Georgio. Do you understand, Cecilia? I need more heirs; that’s why Irina is here. I can’t have bastards so I am marrying her. Do you understand? You’ve met Mira haven’t you? That’s Elijah’s betrothed – that’s his fiancée. Your...fiancé is admittedly non-existent but that is something your mother was working on before she, uhm, died. We’ll sort that, have no fear.”
Viktor smiled a little and swallowed. His throat was dry and all of this talking, all of this persuasion, was taking too long for his tastes.
“She is here to replace your mother, yes. Fine, I admit that. She’s here for the good of this family, Cecilia. I need someone by my side. I cannot be a widower and the head of this family. Do you not listen at family dinners? Do you not watch and observe? Were you taught nothing as a child?! She’s a broodmare, Cecilia; she’s here to fill this house with children, with sons. It’s more of a trial for me than it is for you now grow up. I need her, you need her, Elijah needs her and, more importantly, this family needs her. We’d be eaten alive by everyone else! This is an act of self-preservation. You cannot trust anyone in this family. You can trust your wife and your children but that is about. Canis Canem Edit, daughter – Dog eat dog. I am protecting us, this isn’t about my own ‘pleasure’. You’d do well to remember that life isn’t all about you. We have to make sacrifices to serve everyone. You have to put up with this. You have to try and get on with her. She's a lovely girl, I'm sure you could find something to bond over."