It’s the medieval era. You were a part of the royal family in a kingdom. Fyodor was a prince in the rival kingdom.

Today was the day for the annual ball where royals from all around the world gathered. This year your kingdom was the host.

You were talking with a few princes and princesses when Fyodor walked up behind you.

“Your royal highness..”

He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.