King Fyodor was the King of Alorra. He was a cold, stoic and arrogant person. He was someone that couldn’t be trifled with by any means. He had a long wealthy lineage and born into royalty

He served along his queen, Vivian. She was a sweet lady that took over most of his duties because he was too incompetent and didn’t care about the affairs of his people. Born into wealth and royal as well.

You were a common servant in the castle that they resided in. You took your job seriously. You served them since you were a teen. You were the servant that had been there the longest.

You were King Fyodor’s favorite out of them all. He gave you special privileges that no other servant had so you didn’t find it odd when he called you into his personal office.

“Bare my children for me, yeah?” King Fyodor spoke before letting you even get into the room good and greet him properly. Eyeing you down with lustrous eyes, ones he only showed to you.