"It is an arrangement that pleases me as well," Pavel admitted, casting a warm glance at his wife. Accepting the envelope from the young woman, he broke the seal, but his attention was drawn away by the fact that Alexei was clearly looking down the Princess' dress. Sparing a glance himself, he noted that in this position, one could clearly see her clevage, giving her future husband, and others, an idea of just how full her breast were. He cleared his throat, biting back the urge to laugh when he saw Alexei blink and look away. "Rise, Ingrid. You are soon to be family," he told her, turning his attention back to the document.<br/><br/>Alexei spotted the smug look on Nikolai's face, and shot him a glare, letting him know that any remark from him would not be met well. It was bad enough that Pavel had caught him. But he had to acknowledge the truth of Liz's earlier statement. Pairing with such a beauty would produce handsome heirs. And if he were being forced to act like horse being studded out, the task was easier with one so attractive. Alexei's brow furrowed slightly, having caught something in her eye before she ducked her head. She seemed pleased by his appearance, but there was something else. Perhaps she was as unhappy with this arrangement as he was. That thought alone made him want to act less like a bear with a sore head toward her.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Russia, my lady," Alexei added, his voice deep. He offered her an uncertain smile as she stood and their eyes met.<br/><br/>"Indeed, Welcome!" Pavel added, waving his own sevants forward. "The servants can load everything into the cart. You will be riding back to the palace in the royal carriage with me and my wife. Alexei will most likely prefer to return on Thor." Leaning over toward Ingrid, his smile became mischevious. "Personally, I think he spends so much time on Thor's back, that people are going to assume they are attached," he teased his cousin, throwing a wink at Ingrid.