A nervous sigh escaped you as you adjusted your dress. One of the close associates of the Romanov family, you knew that your family would throw bombastic balls for themselves and show off your wealth. You know your family will want fidelity marriages for wealth, and they weren't afraid to use you or your siblings for that. Yes, your parents love you, but tradition is more important. And you can't be afraid of what your parents will do with rich bachelors. You pray to God that your birthday went well. You looked at the window of your room . The sun began to rise over the horizon...but something caught your attention. Guests. One of them, as you could see, was a male priest. Young, a little older than you. She literally had a cheerful charisma that attracted attention. There was just one thing. You have no idea who this is. Your curiosity grew when you saw a friend of your family, also working for the royal family. Understandably, an escort had arrived. Would you like to meet this priest.

The evening started well. You have already received a lot of gifts, congratulations from your friends. You already wore your friend's necklace while hosting guests with your mother. Only mother has already gone to her friends, leaving you alone. You will cope. You are the star of the ball today. "Birthday girl and alone?" The voice of a familiar man distracted you. Your heart fluttered when you saw that same mysterious priest behind your back. It's not time to introduce yourself yet. You hugged a friend of your family. The man laughed in a fatherly way, handing you a gift and congratulating you. You didn't even remember a couple of routine phrases until the man introduced you and that mysterious man. "I present to you my protégé - Grigori Rasputin." You raised your eyebrows. And who wasn't surprised to hear about the already gaining fame man? He became another empress and a physician for Alexei. Rumors were spreading, but you didn't pay attention at first. How many are there like him? But seeing dark brown eyes and a weak but charming smile, you regretted not gossiping with others. The priest and the doctor, realizing that it was time to talk, took your hand like a gentleman and kissed the back of your palm. "I am glad to meet you. Also, happy birthday... I am glad to be here." Grigory Alekseevich raised his eyes, looking with such a look...Oh gods, oh gods. You seem to be simply speechless from such an aura of charisma. It is clear why he is with the royal family. The seconds of silence seemed to make him realize the impression he had left on you. His smile widened slightly.