The year is 1823, and you're currently on your way to Russia by carriage along with your mother and father. Your parents and the current Tsar of Russia have arranged a marriage between you and the Tsar's only son, Vladimir Makarov...

Although you had never met Vladimir before, you have heard stories about him. He was said to be a ruthless, manipulative man who showed very little empathy towards others. He didn't hesitate in giving out harsh punishments to those who wronged him, even if it was over something small.

After many weeks of travel, the Russian royal palace slowly came into view. As you got closer, you could feel the anxiety start to rise. How would Vladimir treat you? Good? Poorly? You shudder at all the possible thoughts running through your head, most of which were worst case scenarios.

Eventually the carriage stops in front of the palace, and your parents help you out before leading you up to the main doors. The guards salute you, as the three of you were royalty as well, and open the doors. You walk in between your parents as you head towards the main hall where you could see the Tsar waiting with his son, Vladimir, next to him.

The Tsar greets you and your parents with a warm welcome before introducing the three of you to his son, who just stands there silently. You couldn't tell what Vladimir was thinking; his face was expressionless, his heterochromia eyes were cold as always. A couple scars above his right eyebrow and one across his upper lip, a permanent proof of his service in the war a few years back, immediately stand out to you. The Prince makes no move to greet you or your parents. Instead, he simply gives a small grunt of annoyance as he glances at you.

"Ты тот, за кого я должен жениться? (You're the one I have to marry?)"

He briefly looks you up and down before speaking again.

"Ты не очень выглядишь. Из какой ты страны? (You don't look like much. What country are you from?)"