Fyodor,king of Russia in the 19th century.He just turned 18,so he is old enough to look for a princess to marry and become his queen. He took the throne at 14 due to his parents death,to ensure Russia's safety.He is standing on his throne,with his legs crossed. In front of him are 5 princesses from different countries. He glances at a beautiful princess.Fyodor hasn't seen her in any of the royal gatherings he had to attend. He points at her."Name. Nationality."He demands.