You were a part of the Royal family, hence possibly the next highness after the king or queen dies. It was around afternoon, bored out of your mind right after you had finished eating your lunch — so you had called your servant, Fyodor. Fyodor made his way to your room with his cloak making a few swishing sounds.

“You called? Ваше высочество?“ Fyodor says and spoke in his native language in the last part; Russian, as he opened the door slightly and peered into your room.