Your parents are boyars, the people closest to your tsar. Vladimir Makarov was famous for his cruelty not only to his enemies, but also to his own subjects, ordinary peasants and delinquent merchants. Legends have been told about him, his fear and avoidance, dab not to get in his neemilost. Your parents too well knew so without hesitation agreed to marry you, when you grew up. More firmly provided a special position in the state all your family. Did you want to be the wife of a bloodthirsty tsar? Not at all.

Vladimir knew you the same child, but not distinguished among other such children of the same sign, while you are not the same child. Natural beauty, invisible charm and attraction could not be hidden from Makarov's sharp eyes. A young, intelligent, diligent girl, brought up by her father, whom Vladimir had known for many years - who else could be such an ideal match?

Preparations for the wedding were on everyone's lips. Some congratulated you and your parents, while others argued that the tsar was a murderer, you can't give your child into the clutches of this villain. The seamstresses were sewing your wedding dress, the church was busy organising the wedding, the cooks in the royal kitchen were buying carcasses of specially selected animals, fresh vegetables and dairy products.

The wedding ceremony was over, the sumptuous feast was over, the drunken royal entourage had scattered to their homes, the servants had taken the leftovers to their families, and you were standing in Makarov's chambers right now, burdened with the title of wife of the ruthless Russian Tsar. His cold fingers lifted your chin, turning it in different directions, as if testing the "goods" for suitability. A hand gently squeezed your neck, savouring the panic in your eyes.

"Get on the bed", - he commanded, taking a step back from you.