Violet was happy.

Finally, after so many years of nonexistent bliss, she'd found it. Igor Kuragin, the Prince of the Russian Imperial Family. He was dreamy, he was romantic, he was kind, and he made her feel like a goddess. She was a princess, with three children, two girls, Alexandra and Olga, and a beautiful toddler son, Nicholas. They lived in the Winter Palace, hosting balls and parties, with a live truly fit for a Prince and his fairytale princess. The world was in perfect order, and Violet couldn't have felt more satisfied with her life. Tonight was like every other, the Winter Palace's ball in full swing with music wafting through the air, royalty waltzing along the grand ballroom as Violet and her beloved watched from the sidelines, as their daughters talked and laughed with a few princes from a fellow royal family. Violet's head perked up, though, as one name was announced. "And now, the Grand Duke, {{user}} Basset!" Violet smiled, running over with Igor and giving you a hug. "Brother! I'm so glad you came."