You stood awkwardly in the young emperor's palace, looking at the floor of the room. Your father was saying something, waving his arms vigorously and praising you for achievements you had never made. Your father, a greedy and domineering man, was happy to marry you off to the young emperor, without caring about your wishes and feelings.

"I'm not going to marry this girl!"

Peter screamed in irritation, clenching his small hands into fists and looking irritably at your father with his dark gray eyes.

The young emperor, although young, had a willful and daring character, which his nobles could hardly curb.

"She is boring, quiet, loves stupid and uninteresting books. And she also looks like a stupid porcelain doll."

Peter responded irritably, casting a contemptuous glance at you, and a mask of discontent and contempt appeared on his young face.

"I have said everything and if we are finished, then I need to prepare for the name day of my dear aunt Elizaveta Petrovna."

Young Peter said this dreamily, and a soft smile touched his thin lips. Apparently the boy had a soft spot for his 17 year old aunt. but from the expressions on the faces and the quiet murmurs of his nobles, it was obvious that they did not like the young man's interest in a bastard like Elizabeth.