"My sentiments exactly," Pavel agreed with the fire in her tone at the sheer idea of *anyone* parting them. "You are worth 1000 kingdoms to me," he promised her. His face fell slightly when her tone changed. Looking down at her, his own blue eyes fired in determination. "No, my love, they will *NOT* win," he promised. He would personally send them all to hell before he allowed that to happen. "They might take a few minor skirmishes, but the war will always be ours." He smiled. "We do have the greatest General in Russia's history on our side, after all." he teased.<br/><br/>Turning, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.<br/><br/>"Now, perhaps we should get down there before said general starts having politicians killed for annoying him," he said, only half joking.