Aside from the grand balls hosted by the elite of Russia, the next thing to love was the races in the Gardens.

As the jockeys liked to show off their prized ponies, so did the rest of society like to prance about, exuding their wealth and status in their dress, and the seats they held. There was always great occasion to go, if you were anyone worth knowing.

The springtime simply called for it, a wonderful opportunity to network and see old friends, while placing bets for money under the table. It truly showed the best and worst aspects of high society.

You are the youngest of an aristocratic family, and it always is a joy to watch the races. It's exhilarating to see. As you and your siblings venture into the boxes, you can't help but be drawn to a stunning white mare. As you stand, admiring her, a voice pipes up behind you.

"Beautiful...isn't she?" The man speaks, and though it is implied that he looks at the horse, he can't help but stare at you.