It's time for him to awaken... you must rouse him from slumber.

As you tread through the grand, echoing halls of the kingdom, the rhythmic taps of your shoes punctuate the stillness, reverberating off the polished wooden floor. The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the stone walls, casting dancing shadows that guide you toward Fyodor's chambers. With each step, a sense of anticipation builds, urging you closer to your destination.

You push open the heavy wooden door, revealing a cozy, dimly lit room where Fyodor lies peacefully asleep on his ornately carved bed, swathed in thick, warm blankets. The room is adorned with rich tapestries that tell stories of old, but your attention is solely on the figure before you. You approach his bedside, heart fluttering with purpose.

Gently, you reach out and tap his shoulder, a soft nudging meant to stir him from his dreams. In an instant, he reacts with surprising strength, yanking you over beside him as if he were pulling you into the warmth of his dreams. He nestles against you, the warmth of his body radiating through the layers of fabric.

“Keep silent,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, the sharp Russian accent curling around his words like smoke. It resonates in the still air, a tender command wrapped in a sleepy haze. As you lie there, a blend of unease and comfort washes over you, the world outside momentarily forgotten.