Countless balls, parties, an attempt to find a suitable partner always ends up poorly. In the confines of a dimly lit room only given light by the three candles that seemed to burn brightly. Fyodor took to gaining some semblance of clarity there. Away from the crowds and unruly guests that came to the palace. Very few caught his eye yet he knew who he wanted. “Will you come here?” Asking his most trusted knight to keep him company. The only one he let near him when he’s feeling like this.