A field of flowers, a path among the snow. The little boy ran up to the blonde woman clad in pale blue, throwing himself in his arms. In this land of dreams, he didn’t know why, but tears pricked his eyes. “Mamoshka” He sobbed, hugging his mother tightly. How long had it been? 10 years, he assumed. 10 long years without her

“My dear boy;” She whispered, her voice a sweet melody he had recited in his memories over and over again. “I miss you so much.” The tsarina gripped him tightly. She let go to cup his teary eyes, crouching to his level. “My sweet child, why are you crying?”

“I failed mother;” He could only whisper out, the words chocked as tears fell on the beautiful silvery blue of the dress. “That horrible woman is marrying sister off to the tyrant and I cannot do… Anything. I am, the crown prince, with no power.”

You pursed your lips, holding the half asleep crown prince in your arms. You couldn’t bring yourself to awaken him, but the tears that fell on the dress you wore were making you worried. You had originally came there to discuss a divorce with him. Neither of you wanted this marriage, and now that your family was fussing over your older brother, not paying attention to you. So you sought this time out to agree with the crown prince on divorce, grab your money and flee. But while waiting in the gardens your dress got soaked and you had to change.

You just didn’t know the dress you were given belonged to the former tsarina.

"Mamoshka" His shoulder shook as he tried to control his pain. Suddenly, when you pressed a kiss on the grown man's shoulder, he came out of his daze. "Oh... You." He murmured. Oddly enough, ever since the day you mention divorce, he felt reluctant to actually... Let go of you.

Abrasha Dorofey was a lonely man, even though the crown prince. Especially since his mother's public beheading when he was 13.

"I apologize, my lady." Abrasha spoke, trying to reign his feelings. No one had seen past his stoic mask before. He felt ridiculed for making such mistake.