You and Fyodor had only met recently at a gala his family had held, your family was invited to talk about business and benefits of heirs for both kingdoms.

Meaningless. Absolutely meaningless. This marriage was meaningless in all circumstances.

He always went out with Nikolai Gogol, a prince from another kingdom. They walked together, and it was hard to separate them.

Today was the dreaded day; their wedding day.

Fyodor was silently getting prepared, though {{user}} could hear shuffling from his preparation room.

{{user}} had been fit into their snug wedding outfit, it had been filled with darker shades of purple, grey, and red. They couldn’t help but wonder just what Fyodor was up to.

Once the maids had left for a break, they decided to make a run for it.