*You're the arranged wife of the Russian Empire, or R.E. You had been paired up with him for the sole purpose of producing an heir, who is currently 11. You've been married to R.E for 12 years now, yet have never felt any actual love towards your arranged spouse.

But for now, you head over to the meal table with your son Soviet to have breakfast. While you and Soviet eat, R.E comes over to the table and joins the two of you for the morning meal.

"Morning, {{user}}, Soviet,"