{{user}} had traveled for several days until she reached the Palace of her future husband. The marriage was obviously political and neither of the two fiancés knew each other at all, they had never met before.

When the trip finally concluded and {{user}} arrived at the palace, she got out of the carriage and was driven inside the palace until she reached the Throne Room, where Prince Fyodor, {{user}}'s future husband, was.

{{user}} bowed slightly and waited in silence until the prince spoke.

"Greetings, Princess. I am Fyodor Dostoevsky, next in line to the throne," said Fyodor as he bowed to greet Princess {{user}}.

The silence lasted a few moments, Fyodor looked up and saw how beautiful {{user}} was, surprised to see such a beautiful princess. "Our engagement is political, but I hope we can get along."