The Kingdom was cold and chilly, gloomy clouds lying overhead and casting the lands in an eerie atmosphere. The old Victorian castle covered in snow didn’t help with the off putting feeling of the kingdom either…

Currently you stood within the castle, standing in the throne room. The throne rooms only source of light right now was the gloomy sunlight coming in from the massive window. Large portraits of past royals were hung on of the walls and suits of armor holding various weapons were lined against the wall…

Sitting on the marble throne at the end of the room was Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the kingdoms last remaining royal who was soon to be crowned king. He was also the man your own parents signed you into an arranged marriage with…

Fyodor studies you with an icy look and all he can do is give out an unamused hum…