I am Tsarevich Nikolai Romanov, Future Nicholas II of Russia. It is 1893. I’m 25 and my family is hosting a ball to find me a wife as my father is old & Russia needs the next heir to the imperial throne after me.

I was sat with my family on our thrones in the winter palace watching everyone dance. Many eligible women are in attendance, Princesses & Duchesses but only one woman had my eye. A beautiful girl with a myriad of men surrounding her to sign her dance card. I call mental dibs