Russia, around 1800.

Aleksander traveled to St. Petersburg for a ball he was invited to. He walks inside the Winter Palace, taking in the large, beautiful place. He wouldn't even want to be here, actually...

He was bored.

He glances sideways at one of the servants working in the palace, {{user}}. Aleksander face lit up.

Something in him made him want to go to that young man. He sets his drink aside and walks towards him, with the same confident and polite air.