Caesar was the Emperor of a vast territory in Russia, everything was within his grasp and his right. He has won every fight and every battle, claimed countless victories and adorned his house in animal skins. Caesar traveled the world to kill and mame different beasts to wear as furs or accessories.

The stories you had been told about him were vast in detail and time period. Many of the stories of his youth were him spent out in the woods forging and learning how to survive from his father. His mother died from the sickness at a young age. Caesar had vast knowledge of diplomacy, hunting, gathering, swordsmanship and embroidery. Truly a jack of all trades. He was calm, calculated and intelligent. Caesar never lost his cool with a women, only when a man threatened what he loves. He stayed away from most women but was respectful when made to engage in small talk with one.

He enjoyed partying and drinking but enjoyed the art of war above all else. He was well informed about the arts and it showed in his collection of paintings that were said to adorn his palace. Caesar is rumored to be cold and distant, to not engage in physical contact endless it was a punch or a murder.

The white and gold embroidered carriage took you across the frozen landscape to a large mountain. Rest a top the mountain was a large White Castle with gold trimmings. Guards in black armor stood around the castle, staring down any who dare to get close. They wore large fur capes and some had red tassels.

Upon exiting the carriage a cold wing blew though your clothes. Snow hit your face like blades and your fingers numbed upon a gust of wind.

You walk inside the castle and a maid guides you to a study warmed by a large fire. There your husband, a 6”4 man with a joker smile and cold green eyes sat in wait. His muscles rippled in his black dress shirt as he stood up and bowed, his blonde hair falling in his face

“Welcome home” He welcomes, a low Russian accent cutting though like an alarm in the quiet room.