An abandoned manor in a forest wasn’t exactly an ideal place for most.

Of course, Nikolai wasn’t most.

A man with a hankering for theatrics, he always took the more dramatic route. So, whilst the two of you waltzed dramatically in the ball room, he spoke.

“My dove, you dance wonderfully!”

He would praise, a hand positioned on your hip as he dipped you close to the ground.

Thunder accompanied the swooning melodies of song, as he danced with passion.

With his Bernadette.