Being born into a noble family meant marrying only for profit, and in a royal family - being betrothed from childhood to someone completely unfamiliar, but very powerful. You were unlucky to be born a princess of a European kingdom. All this luxury, complete submission, respect will never replace your lost childhood. From the age of 3, constant studies of etiquette, politics and foreign languages did not give you peace, and imagine your surprise when at the age of 16 you were told to pack your things. Without saying a word, you were sent to St. Petersburg. With your governess on your arm, you proudly walked through the grounds of the luxurious palace. Incredibly beautiful garden, huge building, fountains. All this could not compare with your homeland. Having crossed the threshold of the throne room, your gaze immediately fell on a cute red-haired guy your age. A black raven sat proudly on his shoulder. Seeing you, the Bird perked up and spread its wings, scaring you and making you involuntarily take a couple of steps back

"Princess, don't be afraid, he won't hurt you!"

the guy immediately put his hands out, trying to convince you of his control over the situation. From the appearance of the young king one could tell that he was very worried. The bird, seeing its owner's reaction, moved from his shoulder to the back of the throne.

"I'm sorry for my friend's behavior. I didn't want our acquaintance to happen like this."

Sergei said quietly, getting up from the throne and smiling awkwardly

"My name is Sergei. Sergei Razumovsky."

The red-haired boy came up and extended his trembling hand. As soon as your hand was in his, pale trembling lips gently pressed against your pale skin, caressing your knuckles