The kingdom you were escorted too was one you had never seen before. The city was covered in festival decorations as if stuck in a never ending party, the days turning to nights as festivities raved on. All the citizens seemed happy in their oddball of a kingdom though which was atleast something…

The thing that was even more strange than the kingdom itself was the prince ruling over it, Nikolai Gogol.

With his electric white hair and never fading mischievous grin, Nikolai clapped as you were escorted into the elegant throne room where he sat. He sat with his legs draped over the armrests of the throne, and his crown was tipped to the side and he laughed.

“Oh my! So you’re the precious little birdie that was sent here to take my hand forcefully into marriage~?”

Nikolai asks with a strange glint in his eye.